And I another So weary with disasters, tugg’d with fortune, That I would set my lie on any chance, To mend it, or be rid on’t.

Both of you Know Banquo was your enemy.

So is he mine; and in such bloody distance, That every minute of his being thrusts Against my near’st of life: and though I could With barefaced power sweep him from my sight And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not, For certain friends that are both his and mine, Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall Who I myself struck down; and thence it is, That I to your assistance do make love, Masking the business from the common eye For sundry weighty reasons.

We shall, my lord, Perform what you command us.