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“Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, and put a barren scepter in my grip.” Act 3 scene 1 lines 66, 67.

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Macbeth talks to the murderers saying that Banquo is their enemy as well as his own. “So he is mine, and in such bloody distance/ that every minute of his being thrusts against my near’st of life.” (3.2 132-134)

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Macbeth isn’t so scared of being caught anymore, instead, his ruthlessness is driven by the need to eliminate all other heirs to the throne.

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“...I will advise you where to plant yourselves, 148   Acquaint you with the perfect spy o’ th’ time, 149   The moment on ’t, for ’t must be done tonight 150   And something from the palace; always thought 151   That I require a clearness. And with him 152   (To leave no rubs nor botches in the work) 153   Fleance, his son, that keeps him company, 154   Whose absence is no less material to me 155   Than is his father’s, must embrace the fate 156   Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart. 157   I’ll come to you anon.”

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“Whose execution takes your enemy off” (3.1 117)

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“He chid the sisters/ When first they put the name of king upon me/ And bade them speak to him. Then, prophet-like,/ They hailed him father to a line of kings/ Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown/ And put a barren scepter in my grip./ Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand,/ No son of mine succeeding.” (3.1 62-69)

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“With barefaced power sweep him for my sight/ And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not.” (3.1 135-136)

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“Our fears in Banqou/Stick deep, and in his royalty of nature/reigns that which would be feared.” (3.3 53-55)

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“We have scorched the snake, not killed it. / She’ll close and be herself whilst our poor malice / Remains in danger of her former tooth.” (3.2 15-17)

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“Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown / And put a barren scepter in my grip, / Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand, / No son of mine succeeding. If ’t be so,

Act 3 Scene One, Lines 63 - 66

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“Whose execution takes your enemy off” act 3 scene 1 line 117

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“Both of you./ Know Banquo was your enemy.” act 3, scene 1, line 129-130.

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“We’ve scorched the snake not killed it”