Lurene Tuttle

Macbeth: I have liv'd long enough: my way of life is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.

Banquo: Thou hast it now: King, Cawdor, Glamis, all. And I fear Thou play'st most foully for it.