Thou has it now… and i fear/thou play’dst most foully for’t
To be thus is nothing, but to be safely thus
Our fears in banquo stick deep
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown
We have scorched the snake, not killed it
O, full of scorpions is my mimd, dear wife
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill
Thou canst not say i did it; never shake/thy gory locks at me
This is the very painting of your fear
I am in blood/ stepp’d in so far
We are yet but young in deed
Mine eternal jewel / given to the common enemy of man