foil to macbeth

• That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not.

  If you can look into the seeds of time,

  And say which grain will grow and which will not,

  Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear

  Your favours nor your hate.
• Thou play'dst most foully for't: yet it was said
• The instruments of darkness tell us truths,

  Win us with honest trifles, to betray's

  In deepest consequence.