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• 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
• Fleance his son, that keeps him company,

  Whose absence is no less material to me

  Than is his father's, must embrace the fate

  Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart:

  I'll come to you anon.
• And make our faces vizards to our hearts,