1. When shall we three meet again?
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2. In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
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3. When the hurly-burly's done.
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4. When the battle's lost and won.
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5. Where the place?
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6. Upon the heath.
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7. There to meet with Macbeth.
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8. Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
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9. Hover through the fog and filthy air.
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10. Hail, brave friend.
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11. Say to the king the knowledge of the broil
as though didst leave it.
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12. Doubtful it stood.
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13. As two spent swimmers that do
cling together and choke their art.
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14. The merciless Macdonwald,
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15. with fortune on his
damned quarrel smiling,
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16. showed like a rebel's whore.
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17. But all's too weak.
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18. For brave Macbeth—
well he deserves that name—
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19. discerning fortune, with his brandished
steel which smoked with bloody execution,
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20. like valor's minion carved out
his passage till he faced the slave.
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21. Which ne'er shook hands,
nor bade farewell to him,
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22. till he unseamed him
from the nave to the chops
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23. and fixed his head upon our battlements.
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24. Valiant cousin. Worthy gentleman.
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25. No sooner justice had with valor armed
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26. compelled these skipping kerns
to trust their heels…
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27. but the Norwegian lord, surveying vantage,
with furbished arms
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28. and new supplies of men
began a fresh assault.
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29. Dismayed not this our captains,
Macbeth and Banquo?
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30. Yes.
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31. As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.
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32. So they doubly redoubled
strokes upon the foe.
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33. I cannot tell.
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34. My gashes cry for help.
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35. God save the king.
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36. Whence cam'st thou, worthy Thane?
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37. From Fife, great King,
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38. where the Norwegian banners
flout the sky and fan our people cold.
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39. Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
assisted by that most disloyal traitor,
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40. the Thane of Cawdor,
began a dismal conflict.
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41. Till that Macbeth and Banquo,
lapped in proof,
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42. confronted him with self-comparisons.
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43. Point against point rebellious, arm
'gainst arm, curbing his lavish spirit.
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44. And, to conclude…
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45. the victory fell to us.
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46. Great happiness.
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47. No more the Thane of Cawdor
shall deceive our bosom interest.
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48. - No.
- Go pronounce his present death.
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49. I'll see it done.
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50. And with his former title…
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51. greet Macbeth.
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52. Where hast thou been, sister?
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53. Killing swine.
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54. Sister, where thou?
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55. Look what I have.
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56. Show me. Show me!
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57. Here I have a sailor's thumb,
wrecked as homeward he did come.
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58. A drum. A drum!
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59. Macbeth doth come.
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60. Aye.
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61. In a sieve I'll thither sail.
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62. And, like a rat without a tail,
I'll do, I'll do and I'll do.
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63. I'll drain him dry as hay.
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64. Sleep shall neither night nor day…
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65. hang upon his penthouse lid.
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66. He shall live a man forbid.
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67. Weary sennights nine times nine
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68. shall he dwindle, peak and pine.
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69. The weird sisters, hand in hand.
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70. Posters of the sea and land.
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71. Thus do go about, about.
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72. Thrice to thine and thrice to mine.
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73. And thrice again to make up—
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74. Nine.
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75. Peace.
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76. The charm's wound up.
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77. So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
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78. How far is it to Forres?
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79. What are these? So withered
and so wild in their attire,
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80. that look not like the inhabitants
of the earth, and yet are on it.
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81. Live you?
Or are you aught that man may question?
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82. Speak, if you can. What are you?
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83. All hail, Macbeth.
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84. Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis.
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85. All hail, Macbeth.
Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!
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86. All hail, Macbeth.
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87. That shalt be king hereafter.
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88. Are ye fantastical?
Or that indeed which outwardly ye show?
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89. If you can look into the seeds of time
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90. and say which grain will grow
and which will not,
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91. speak then to me, who neither beg
nor fear your favor nor your hate.
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92. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
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93. Not so happy, yet much happier.
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94. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none.
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95. So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo.
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96. Banquo and Macbeth.
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97. All hail.
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98. Stay, you imperfect speakers.
Tell me more.
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99. I know I am Thane of Glamis,
but how of Cawdor?
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100. The Thane of Cawdor lives,
a prosperous gentleman.
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101. And to be king stands not
within the prospect of belief.
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102. Say from whence you owe
this strange intelligence?
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103. Or why upon this blasted heath you stop
our way with such prophetic greeting?
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104. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has.
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105. And these are of them.
Whither are they vanished?
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106. And what seemed corporal melted
as breath into the wind.
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107. Would they had stayed.
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108. Were such things here
as we do speak about?
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109. Or have we eaten on the insane root
that takes the reason prisoner?
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110. Your children shall be kings.
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111. You shall be king.
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112. And Thane of Cawdor too. Went it not so?
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113. To the selfsame tune and words.
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114. Who goes there?
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115. The king hath happily received, Macbeth,
the news of thy success.
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116. And when he reads thy personal venture
in the rebels' fight,
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117. his wonders and his praises do contend
which should be thine or his.
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118. We are sent to give thee
from our royal master thanks.
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119. Only to herald thee into his sight,
not pay thee.
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120. And, for an earnest of a greater honor,
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121. he bade me, from him,
call thee Thane of Cawdor.
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122. In which addition,
hail, most worthy Thane.
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123. For it is thine.
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124. What, can the devil speak true?
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125. The Thane of Cawdor lives.
Why do you dress me in borrowed robes?
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126. Who was the thane lives yet,
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127. but under heavy judgment bears that life
which he deserves to lose.
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128. Whether he was combined
with those of Norway,
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129. or did line the rebel
with hidden help and vantage,
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130. or that with both he labored
in his country's wrack, I know not.
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131. But treasons capital,
confessed and proved…
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132. have overthrown him.
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133. Thanks for your pains.
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134. Glamis and Thane of Cawdor.
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135. The greatest is behind.
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136. Do you not hope
your children shall be kings?
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137. When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor
to me promised no less to them?
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138. That trusted home might yet
enkindle you unto the crown,
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139. besides the Thane of Cawdor.
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140. But 'tis strange.
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141. And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
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142. the instruments
of darkness tell us truths,
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143. win us with honest trifles,
to betray us in deepest consequence.
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144. This supernatural soliciting
cannot be ill, cannot be good.
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145. If ill, why hath it given me earnest
of success, commencing in a truth?
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146. I am Thane of Cawdor.
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147. If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
whose horrid image doth unfix my hair
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148. and make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
against the use of nature?
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149. Present fears are less
than horrible imaginings.
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150. My thought, whose murder
yet is but fantastical,
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151. shakes so my single state of
man that function is smothered in surmise,
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152. and nothing is, but what is not.
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153. If chance will have me king, why,
chance may crown me without my stir.
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154. Come what come may.
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155. Time and the hour runs
through the roughest day.
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156. "They met me in the day of success.
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157. And I have learned
by the perfectest report,
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158. they have more in them
than mortal knowledge.
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159. When I burned in desire
to question them further,
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160. they made themselves air,
into which they vanished.
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161. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it,
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162. came missives from the king,
who all-hailed me 'Thane of Cawdor,'
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163. by which title, before,
these weird sisters saluted me
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164. and referred me to the coming on of time,
with 'Hail, king that shalt be.'
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165. This have I thought good to deliver thee,
my dearest partner of greatness,
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166. that thou mightst not lose
the dues of rejoicing
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167. by being ignorant of what
greatness is promised thee.
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168. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell."
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169. Glamis thou art, and Cawdor.
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170. And shalt be what thou art promised.
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171. Yet do I fear thy nature.
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172. It is too full of the milk of
human kindness to catch the nearest way.
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173. Thou wouldst be great.
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174. Art not without ambition,
but without the illness should attend it.
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175. What thou wouldst highly,
that wouldst thou holily.
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176. Wouldst not play false,
and yet wouldst wrongly win.
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177. Hie thee hither,
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178. that I may pour my spirits in thine ear.
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179. And chastise with the valor of my tongue
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180. all that impedes thee
from the golden round.
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181. Is execution done on Cawdor?
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182. My liege.
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183. I have spoke with one that saw him die,
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184. who did report that very frankly
he confessed his treasons,
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185. implored Your Highness's pardon
and set forth a deep repentance.
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186. Nothing in his life became him
like the leaving it.
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187. He died as one that
had been studied in his death
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188. to throw away the dearest thing he owed,
as 'twere a careless trifle.
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189. There's no art to find
the mind's construction in the face.
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190. He was a gentleman
on whom I built an absolute trust.
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191. O worthiest cousin.
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192. The sin of my ingratitude
even now was heavy on me.
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193. Only I have left to say, more is thy due
than more than all can pay.
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194. The service and the loyalty I owe,
in doing it, pays itself.
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195. Welcome hither.
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196. I have begun to plant thee and will labor
to make thee full of growing.
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197. Noble Banquo, that hast no less deserved,
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198. nor must be known no less to have done so,
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199. let me enfold thee
and hold thee to my heart.
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200. There if I grow, the harvest is your own.
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201. My plenteous joys, wanton in fullness,
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202. seek to hide themselves
in drops of sorrow.
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203. Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
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204. and you whose places are the nearest,
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205. know we will establish our estate
upon our eldest, Malcolm…
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206. whom we name hereafter
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207. prince of Cumberland.
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208. Which honor must not
unaccompanied invest him only,
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209. but signs of nobleness, like stars,
shall shine on all deservers.
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210. From hence to Inverness,
and bind us further to you.
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211. I'll be myself the harbinger
and make joyful
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212. the hearing of my wife with your approach,
so humbly take my leave.
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213. My worthy Cawdor.
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214. Let's after him, whose care is gone before
to bid us welcome.
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215. It is a peerless kinsman.
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216. Prince of Cumberland.
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217. That is a step on which
I must fall down, or else o'erleap,
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218. for in my way it lies.
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219. Stars, hide your fires.
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220. Let not light see
my black and deep desires.
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221. The king comes here tonight.
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222. Thou art mad to say it.
Is not thy master with him?
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223. So please you, it is true.
Our thane is coming.
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224. One of my fellows had the speed of him.
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225. Give him tending. He brings great news.
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226. The raven himself is hoarse
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227. that croaks the fatal entrance
of Duncan under my battlements.
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228. Come, you spirits
that tend on mortal thoughts.
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229. Unsex me here,
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230. and fill me from the crown to the toe
topful of direst cruelty.
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231. Make thick my blood.
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232. Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
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233. that no compunctious visitings of nature
shake my fell purpose,
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234. nor keep peace between the effect and it.
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235. Come to my woman's breasts
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236. and take my milk for gall,
you murdering ministers,
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237. wherever in your sightless substances
you wait on nature's mischief.
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238. Come, thick night, and pall thee
in the dunnest smoke of hell,
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239. that my keen knife see not
the wound it makes,
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240. nor heaven peep through the blanket
of the dark to cry, "Hold. Hold."
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241. Great Glamis.
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242. Worthy Cawdor.
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243. Greater than both,
by the all-hail hereafter.
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244. Thy letters have transported me
beyond this ignorant present,
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245. and I feel now the future in the instant.
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246. My dearest love.
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247. Duncan comes here tonight.
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248. And when goes hence?
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249. Tomorrow, as he purposes.
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250. Never shall sun that morrow see.
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251. Your face, my Thane, is as a book
where men may read strange matters.
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252. To beguile the time, look like the time.
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253. Bear welcome in your eye,
your hand, your tongue.
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254. Look like the innocent flower,
but be the serpent under it.
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255. He that's coming must be provided for.
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256. And you shall put this night's
great business into my dispatch.
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257. Which shall to all our nights
and days to come
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258. give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
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259. Only look up clear.
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260. To alter favor ever is to fear.
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261. Leave all the rest to me.
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262. This castle hath a pleasant seat.
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263. The air nimbly and sweetly recommends
itself unto our gentle senses.
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264. This guest of summer,
temple-haunting martlet,
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265. does approve, by his loved mansionry,
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266. that the heaven's breath
smells wooingly here.
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267. No jutty, frieze, buttress,
nor coign of vantage,
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268. but this bird hath made his pendent bed
and procreant cradle.
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269. Where they most breed and haunt,
I have observed, the air is delicate.
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270. See, see, our honored hostess.
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271. All our service in every point twice done
and then done double
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272. were poor and single business to contend
against those honors deep and broad
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273. wherewith Your Majesty loads our house.
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274. Where is the Thane of Cawdor?
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275. We coursed him at the heels,
and had a purpose to be his purveyor.
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276. But he rides well.
And his great love, sharp as his spur,
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277. hath helped him to his home before us.
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278. Fair and noble hostess,
we are your guest tonight.
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279. Give me your hand.
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280. Conduct me to mine host.
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281. If it were done when 'tis done,
then 'twere well it were done quickly.
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282. If the assassination could
trammel up the consequence,
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283. and catch with his surcease success,
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284. that but this blow might be
the be-all and the end-all here.
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285. But here…
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286. upon this bank and shoal of time,
we'd jump the life to come.
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287. But in these cases
we still have judgment here.
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288. That we but teach bloody instructions,
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289. which, being taught,
return to plague the inventor.
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290. This evenhanded justice commends
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291. the ingredience of our poisoned chalice
to our own lips.
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292. He's here in double trust.
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293. First, as I am his kinsman
and his subject,
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294. strong both against the deed.
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295. Then, as his host,
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296. who should against his murderer
shut the door, not bear the knife myself.
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297. Besides, this Duncan hath borne
his faculties so meek,
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298. hath been so clear in his great office,
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299. that his virtues will plead like angels,
trumpet-tongued,
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300. against the deep damnation
of his taking-off.
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301. And pity, like a naked newborn babe,
striding the blast,
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302. or heaven's cherubim, horsed upon
the sightless couriers of the air,
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303. shall blow this horrid deed in every eye,
that tears shall drown the wind.
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304. I have no spur to prick
the sides of my intent…
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305. only vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps
itself and falls on the other.
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306. How now. What news?
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307. He has almost supped.
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308. Hath he asked for me?
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309. Know you not he has?
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310. We will proceed no further
in this business.
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311. He hath honored me of late.
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312. And I have bought golden opinions
from all sorts of people,
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313. which would be worn now
in their newest gloss,
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314. not cast aside so soon.
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315. Was the hope drunk
wherein you dressed yourself?
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316. Hath it slept since?
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317. And wakes it now, to look so green
and pale at what it did so freely?
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318. From this time such I account thy love.
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319. Art thou afeard to be the same in thine
own act and valor as thou art in desire?
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320. Wouldst thou have that which thou
esteem'st the ornament of life,
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321. and live a coward in thine own esteem,
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322. letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would,"
like the poor cat in the adage?
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323. Prithee, peace.
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324. I dare do all that may become a man.
Who dares do more is none.
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325. What beast was't, then,
made you break this enterprise to me?
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326. When you durst do it, then you were a man.
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327. And, to be more than what you were,
you would be so much more the man.
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328. I have given suck,
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329. and know how tender 'tis
to love the babe that milks me.
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330. I would, while it was smiling in my face,
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331. have plucked my nipple from his
boneless gums, and dashed the brains out,
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332. had I so sworn as you have done to this.
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333. If we should fail?
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334. We fail.
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335. But screw your courage
to the sticking-place, and we'll not fail.
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336. When Duncan is asleep,
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337. whereto the rather shall his day's
hard journey soundly invite him,
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338. his two chamberlains will I
with wine and wassail so convince
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339. that memory, the warder of the brain,
shall be a fume,
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340. and the receipt of reason a limbeck only.
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341. When in swinish sleep, their
drenched natures lie as in a death.
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342. What cannot you and I perform
upon the unguarded Duncan?
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343. What not put upon his spongy officers,
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344. who shall bear the guilt
of our great quell?
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345. Bring forth men-children only.
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346. For thy undaunted mettle
should have composed nothing but males.
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347. Will it not be received,
when we have marked with blood
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348. those sleepy two of his own chamber
and used their very daggers,
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349. that they have done't?
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350. Who dares receive it other,
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351. as we shall make our griefs
and clamor roar upon his death?
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352. I am settled…
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353. and bend up each corporal agent
to this terrible feat.
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354. Away, and mock the time with fairest show.
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355. False face must hide
what the false heart doth know.
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356. The moon is down.
I've not heard the clock.
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357. She goes down at 12.
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358. I take it, 'tis later, sir.
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359. Here. Take my sword.
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360. There's husbandry in heaven.
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361. Their candles are all out.
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362. A heavy summons lies like lead upon me,
and yet I would not sleep.
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363. Merciful powers,
restrain in me the cursed thoughts
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364. that nature gives way to in repose.
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365. - Give me my sword. Who's there?
- A friend.
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366. What, sir, not yet at rest?
The king's abed.
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367. He hath been in unusual pleasure,
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368. and sent forth great largess
to your offices.
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369. Being unprepared,
our will became the servant to defect,
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370. which else should free have wrought.
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371. All's well.
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372. I dreamt last night
of the three weird sisters.
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373. To you they have showed some truth.
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374. I think not of them.
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375. Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,
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376. we would spend it in some words
upon that business,
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377. if you would grant the time.
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378. At your kindest leisure.
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379. Repose the while.
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380. Thanks, sir. The like to you.
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381. Go bid thy mistress,
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382. when my drink is ready,
she strike upon the bell.
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383. Is this a dagger which I see before me,
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384. the handle toward my hand?
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385. Come…
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386. let me clutch thee.
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387. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
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388. Art thou not, fatal vision,
sensible to feeling as to sight?
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389. Or art thou a dagger of the mind,
a false creation,
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390. proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
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391. I see thee yet…
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392. in form as palpable
as this which now I draw.
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393. Thou marshal'st me
the way that I was going.
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394. And such an instrument I was to use.
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395. Mine eyes are made
the fools o' the other senses,
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396. or else worth all the rest.
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397. I see thee still,
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398. and on thy blade and dudgeon
gouts of blood, which was not so before.
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399. There's no such thing.
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400. It is the bloody business
that informs thus to mine eyes.
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401. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
hear not my steps, which way they walk,
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402. for fear thy very stones prate
of my whereabout.
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403. I go, and it is done.
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404. The bell invites me.
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405. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell
that summons thee to heaven…
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406. or to hell.
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407. Hark!
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408. Peace.
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409. It was the owl that shrieked,
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410. the fatal bellman,
which gives the stern'st good night.
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411. He is about it.
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412. That which hath made them drunk
hath made me bold.
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413. What hath quenched them
hath given me fire.
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414. The doors are open,
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415. and the surfeited grooms
do mock their charge with snores.
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416. Amen.
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417. I have drugged their possets,
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418. that death and nature
do contend about them,
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419. whether they live or die.
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420. Alack!
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421. I am afraid they have awaked,
and 'tis not done.
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422. The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
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423. Hark.
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424. I laid their daggers ready.
He could not miss 'em!
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425. My husband.
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426. I have done the deed.
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427. Didst thou not hear a noise?
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428. - When?
- Now.
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429. - As I descended?
- Aye.
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430. Hark.
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431. This is a sorry sight.
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432. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.
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433. There's one did laugh in his sleep,
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434. and one cried, "Murder!"
that they did wake each other.
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435. I stood and heard them.
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436. But they did say their prayers,
and addressed them again to sleep.
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437. The grooms were lodged together.
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438. One cried, "God bless us,"
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439. and, "Amen," the other,
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440. as they had seen me
with these hangman's hands.
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441. Listening their fear, I could not say
"amen" when they did say, "God bless us."
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442. Consider it not so deeply.
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443. But wherefore could not
I pronounce "amen"?
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444. I had most need of blessing,
and "amen" stuck in my throat.
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445. These deeds must not
be thought after these ways.
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446. So, it will make us mad.
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447. Methought I heard a voice cry,
"Sleep no more.
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448. Macbeth hath murdered sleep."
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449. The innocent sleep.
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450. Sleep that knits up
the raveled sleeve of care,
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451. the death of each day's life,
sore labor's bath,
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452. balm of hurt minds,
great nature's second course,
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453. - chief nourisher in life's feast.
- What do you mean?
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454. Still it cried, "Sleep no more,"
to all the house.
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455. "Glamis hath murdered sleep,
and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more."
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456. "Macbeth shall sleep no more."
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457. Who was it that thus cried?
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458. Why, worthy Thane,
you do unbend your noble strength,
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459. to think so brainsickly of things.
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460. Go. Get some water, and wash
this filthy witness from your hand.
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461. Why did you bring
these daggers from the place?
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462. They must lie there. Go. Carry them.
And smear the sleepy grooms with blood.
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463. I'll go no more.
I'm afraid to think what I have done.
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464. Look on't again I dare not.
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465. Infirm of purpose.
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466. Give me the daggers.
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467. The sleeping and the dead
are but as pictures.
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468. 'Tis the eye of childhood
that fears a painted devil.
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469. I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,
for it must seem their guilt.
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470. My hands are of your color,
but I shame to wear a heart so white.
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471. Whence is that knocking?
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472. How is it with me,
when every noise appalls me?
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473. What hands are here?
They pluck out mine eyes.
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474. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash
this blood clean from my hand?
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475. No, this my hand will rather
the multitudinous seas incarnadine,
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476. making the green one red.
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477. To know my deed,
'twere best not know myself.
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478. Wake Duncan with thy knocking!
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479. I would thou couldst.
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480. Here's a knocking indeed.
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481. If a man were porter of hell-gate,
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482. he should have old turning the key.
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483. Knock, knock!
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484. Who's there, in the name of Beelzebub?
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485. Here's a farmer, that hanged himself
on the expectation of plenty.
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486. Come in time. Here you'll sweat for it.
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487. Knock, knock.
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488. Here's an equivocator, that could swear
in both the scales against either scale,
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489. yet could not equivocate to heaven.
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490. Come in, equivocator.
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491. Knock, knock. Who's there?
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492. Here's an English tailor, come hither
for stealing out of a French hose.
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493. Come in, tailor.
Here you may roast your goose.
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494. Knock, knock. Never at quiet.
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495. But this place is too cold for hell.
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496. I'll devil-porter it no further. Anon!
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497. I pray you, remember the porter.
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498. Was it so late, friend, ere you went
to bed, that you do lie so late?
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499. Faith, sir, we were carousing
till the second cock.
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500. And drink, sir, is a great provoker
of three things.
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501. - What three things?
- Nose-painting, sleep and urine.
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502. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes.
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503. It provokes the desire,
but it takes away the performance.
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504. Therefore, much drink may be said to be
an equivocator with lechery.
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505. It makes him, and it mars him.
It sets him on, and it takes him off.
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506. It persuades him, disheartens him,
makes him stand to, and not stand to.
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507. In conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep,
and, giving him the lie, leaves him.
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508. I believe drink gave thee
the lie last night.
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509. Good morrow, both.
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510. Is the king stirring, worthy Thane?
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511. Not yet.
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512. He did command me to call timely on him.
I have almost slipped the hour.
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513. Make so bold to call.
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514. Goes the king hence today?
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515. He does. He did appoint so.
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516. The night has been unruly.
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517. Where we lay,
our chimneys were blown down.
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518. And, as they say,
lamentings heard in the air.
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519. Strange screams of death and prophesying,
with accents terrible, of dire combustion
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520. and confused events new hatched
to the woeful time.
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521. And the obscure bird…
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522. - Your Majesty?
- …clamored the livelong night.
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523. Some say, the earth was feverous
and did shake.
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524. 'Twas a rough night.
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525. Horror! Horror! Horror!
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526. Tongue nor heart cannot
conceive nor name thee.
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527. - What's the matter?
- Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.
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528. Most sacrilegious murder hath broke
ope the Lord's anointed temple,
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529. and stole thence the life of the building.
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530. Mean you His Majesty?
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531. Approach the chamber,
and destroy your sight with a new Gorgon.
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532. Do not bid me speak.
See, and then speak yourselves.
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533. Awake! Awake! Ring the alarum bell!
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534. Murder and treason!
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535. As from your graves rise up, and walk
like sprites, to countenance this horror!
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536. Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! Awake!
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537. Up! Up! And see the great doom's image!
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538. Malcolm! Banquo!
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539. Had I but died an hour before this chance…
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540. I had lived a blessed time.
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541. For, from this instant,
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542. there's nothing serious in mortality.
All is but toys.
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543. What's the business,
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544. that such a hideous trumpet calls
to parley the sleepers of the house?
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545. - Renown and grace is dead.
- Speak! Speak!
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546. The wine of life is drawn,
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547. and the mere lees
is left this vault to brag of.
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548. Banquo. Banquo.
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549. Our royal master's murdered.
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550. Woe, alas!
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551. - What, in our house?
- Too cruel anywhere.
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552. - What is amiss?
- You are, and do not know it.
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553. The spring, the head,
the fountain of your blood is stopped.
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554. The very source of it is stopped.
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555. Your father…
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556. is murdered.
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557. By whom?
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558. Those of his chamber,
as it seemed, had done it.
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559. Their hands and faces
were all badged with blood.
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560. Yet I do repent me of my fury,
that I did kill them.
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561. - Why?
- Wherefore did you so?
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562. Who can be wise, amazed,
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563. temperate and furious,
loyal and neutral, in an instant?
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564. No man.
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565. The expedition of my violent love
outran the pauser, reason.
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566. Here lay Duncan,
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567. his silver skin laced
with his golden blood.
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568. And his gashed stabs looked like a breach
in nature for ruin's wasteful entrance.
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569. There, the murderers,
steeped in the colors of their trade,
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570. their daggers unmannerly
breeched with gore.
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571. Who could refrain,
that had a heart to love,
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572. and in that heart courage
to make his love known?
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573. Look to the lady.
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574. And when we have our naked frailties hid,
which suffer in exposure,
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575. let us meet,
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576. and question this most bloody
piece of work, to know it further.
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577. Why do we hold our tongues,
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578. that most may claim
this argument for ours?
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579. Let's away.
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580. - Our tears are not yet brewed.
- Let's not consort with them.
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581. To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
which the false man does easy.
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582. - I'll to England.
- To Ireland, I.
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583. Our separated fortune
shall keep us both the safer.
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584. Where we are…
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585. there's daggers in men's smiles.
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586. The near in blood, the nearer bloody.
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587. This murderous shaft that's shot
hath not yet lighted.
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588. And our safest way is to avoid the aim.
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589. Therefore, to horse.
And let us not be dainty of leave-taking.
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590. Here comes the good Macduff.
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591. How goes the world, sir, now?
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592. Is't known who did this
more than bloody deed?
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593. Those that Macbeth hath slain.
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594. Alas, the day.
What good could they pretend?
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595. Well, they were suborned.
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596. Malcolm and Donalbain,
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597. the king's two sons,
are stolen away and fled.
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598. Which puts upon them
suspicion of the deed.
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599. Then 'tis most like the sovereignty
will fall upon Macbeth?
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600. He's already named,
and gone to Dunsinane to be invested.
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601. Will you to Dunsinane?
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602. No, cousin. I'll home to Fife.
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603. Well…
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604. I will thither.
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605. May you see things well done there. Adieu.
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606. Lest our old robes sit easier
than our new.
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607. He that has and a little tiny wit
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608. With a heigh-ho, the wind and the rain
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609. Must make content
With his fortunes fit
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610. For the rain it raineth every day
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611. Threescore and ten I can remember well,
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612. within the volume of which time
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613. I have seen hours dreadful
and things strange.
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614. But this sore night
hath trifled former knowings.
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615. Good father.
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616. Thou seest the heavens,
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617. as troubled with man's act,
threatens the bloody stage.
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618. By the clock, 'tis day,
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619. and yet dark night strangles
the traveling lamp.
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620. Is't night's predominance,
or the day's shame,
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621. that darkness does
the face of earth entomb,
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622. when living light should kiss it?
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623. 'Tis unnatural,
even like the deed that's done.
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624. On Tuesday last, a falcon,
towering in her pride of place,
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625. was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.
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626. And Duncan's horses,
a thing most strange and certain,
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627. beauteous and swift,
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628. the minions of their race,
turned wild in nature,
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629. broke their stalls, flung out,
contending 'gainst obedience,
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630. as they would make war with mankind.
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631. 'Tis said they ate each other.
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632. Thou hast it now.
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633. King, Cawdor,
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634. Glamis…
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635. all. As the weird women promised.
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636. And, I fear,
thou play'dst most foully for it.
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637. Yet it was said
it should not stand in thy posterity,
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638. but that myself should be
the root and father of many kings.
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639. If there come truth from them—
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640. as upon thee, Macbeth,
their speeches shine—
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641. why, by the verities on thee made good,
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642. may they not be my oracles as well,
and set me up in hope?
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643. But hush. No more.
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644. Here's our chief guest.
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645. If he had been forgotten,
it had been as a gap in our great feast,
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646. and all-thing unbecoming.
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647. Tonight we hold a solemn supper, sir.
And I'll request your presence.
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648. Ride you this afternoon?
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649. Aye, my good lord.
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650. We should have else desired
your good advice,
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651. which still hath been both grave
and prosperous, in this day's council.
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652. But we'll take tomorrow.
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653. Is it far you ride?
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654. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time
'twixt this and supper.
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655. Go not my horse the better,
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656. I must become a borrower of the night
for a dark hour or twain.
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657. Fail not our feast.
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658. My lord, I will not.
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659. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestowed
in England and in Ireland,
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660. not confessing their cruel parricide.
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661. But of that tomorrow,
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662. when therewithal we shall have
cause of state craving us jointly.
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663. Hie you to horse.
Adieu, till you return at night.
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664. Goes Fleance with you?
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665. Aye, my good lord.
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666. I wish your horses swift and sure of foot.
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667. And so I do commend them to your backs.
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668. Farewell.
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669. Attend those men our pleasure?
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670. They do, my lord.
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671. Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
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672. - It was.
- So please Your Highness.
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673. Well then, now have you considered
of my speeches?
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674. Know that it was Banquo in the times past
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675. which held you so under fortune,
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676. which you thought had been
our innocent self.
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677. This I made good to you in our last
conference, passed in probation with you,
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678. how you were borne in hand,
how crossed, the instruments,
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679. who wrought with them, and all things else
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680. that might to half a soul
and to a notion crazed say,
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681. "Thus did Banquo."
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682. You made it known to us.
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683. I did so, and went further,
which is now our point of second meeting.
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684. Do you find your patience so predominant
in your nature that you can let this go?
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685. Are you so…
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686. gospeled to pray for this good man
and for his issue,
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687. whose heavy hand hath bowed you
to the grave and beggared yours forever?
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688. We are men, my liege.
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689. Aye, in the catalog ye go for men.
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690. Now, if you have a station in the file,
not in the worst rank of manhood, say it.
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691. And I will put that business
in your bosoms,
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692. whose execution takes your enemy off.
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693. I am one, my liege,
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694. whom the vile blows and buffets
of the world have so incensed
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695. that I'm reckless what I do
to spite the world.
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696. And I another.
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697. So weary with disasters,
tugged with fortune,
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698. that I would set my life on any chance,
to mend it, or be rid on't.
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699. Both of you know Banquo was your enemy.
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700. True, my lord.
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701. So is he mine.
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702. And in such bloody distance,
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703. that every minute of his being
thrusts against my nearest of life!
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704. And though I could with barefaced power
sweep him from my sight
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705. and bid my will avouch it, yet I must not.
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706. And thence it is that I
to your assistance do make love,
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707. masking the business from the common eye
for sundry weighty reasons.
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708. We shall, my lord,
perform what you command us.
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709. Though our lives—
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710. Your spirits shine through you.
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711. It must be done tonight,
and something from the palace.
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712. Always thought that I require a clearness.
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713. And with him, to leave no rubs
nor botches in the work,
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714. Fleance, his son, must embrace
the fate of that dark hour.
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715. We are resolved, my lord.
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716. Resolve yourselves apart.
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717. Is Banquo gone from court?
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718. Aye, madam, but returns again tonight.
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719. How now, my lord.
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720. Why do you keep alone,
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721. of sorriest fancies
your companions making,
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722. using those thoughts which should indeed
have died with them they think on?
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723. Things without all remedy
should be without regard.
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724. What's done is done.
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725. We have scorched the snake, not killed it.
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726. She'll close and be herself,
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727. whilst our poor malice remains
in danger of her former tooth.
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728. Better be with the dead,
whom we, to gain our peace,
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729. have sent to peace, than on the torture
of the mind to lie in restless ecstasy.
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730. Duncan is in his grave.
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731. After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.
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732. Treason has done his worst.
Nor steel, nor poison,
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733. malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing…
can touch him further.
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734. Come on. Gentle my lord,
sleek o'er your rugged looks.
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735. Be bright and jovial
among your guests tonight.
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736. Full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife.
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737. Thou knowest that Banquo,
and his Fleance, lives.
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738. And in his royalty of nature reigns
that which would be feared.
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739. 'Tis much he dares.
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740. And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,
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741. he hath a wisdom that guide his valor
to act in safety.
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742. There's none but he whose being I do fear.
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743. You must leave this.
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744. He chid the sisters when first they put
the name of king upon me,
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745. and bade them speak to him.
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746. Then prophet-like they hailed him
father to a line of kings.
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747. Upon my head
they placed a fruitless crown,
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748. put a barren scepter in my grip,
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749. thence to be wrenched
with an unlineal hand.
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750. No son of mine succeeding.
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751. If't be so, for Banquo's issue
have I filed my mind.
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752. For them the gracious Duncan
have I murdered.
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753. Put rancors in the vessels of my peace
only for them.
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754. And mine eternal jewel given
to the common enemy of man,
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755. to make them kings!
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756. The seeds of Banquo kings!
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757. But in them nature's copy is not eterne.
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758. There's comfort yet.
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759. They are assailable. Then be thou jocund.
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760. Ere the bat hath flown
his cloistered flight.
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761. Ere to black Hecate's summons
the shard-borne beetle
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762. with his drowsy hums
hath rung night's yawning peal,
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763. there shall be done
a deed of dreadful note.
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764. What's to be done?
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765. Be innocent of the knowledge,
dearest chuck,
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766. till thou applaud the deed.
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767. Come, seeling night,
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768. scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day.
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769. And with thy bloody and invisible hand
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770. cancel and tear to pieces
that great bond which keeps me pale.
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771. Light thickens.
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772. And the crow makes wing to the rooky wood.
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773. Good things of day
begin to droop and drowse,
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774. as night's black agents
to their prey do rouse.
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775. Thou marvel'st at my words.
But hold thee still.
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776. Things bad begun
make strong themselves by ill.
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777. Who did bid thee join with us?
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778. Macbeth.
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779. He needs not our mistrust,
since he delivers our offices
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780. and what we have to do
to the direction just.
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781. Then stand with us.
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782. A light. A light!
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783. Give us a light there, boy.
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784. It'll be rain tonight.
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785. Let it come down.
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786. Fleance!
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787. Fly, Fleance! Fly!
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788. There's but one down. The son is fled.
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789. We have lost best half of our affair.
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790. Well, let's away,
and say how much is done.
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791. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies
his person at our great bidding?
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792. - Did you send to him, sir?
- Your Majesty.
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793. You know your own degrees. Sit down.
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794. At first and last the hearty welcome.
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795. Anon we'll drink
a measure the table round.
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796. - There's blood upon thy face.
- 'Tis Banquo's then.
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797. 'Tis better thee without than he within.
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798. Is he dispatched?
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799. My lord, his throat is cut.
That I did for him.
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800. Thou art the best o' the cutthroats.
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801. Yet he's good
that did the like for Fleance.
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802. If thou didst it, thou art the nonpareil.
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803. Most royal sir…
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804. Fleance is scaped.
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805. Then comes my fit again.
I had else been perfect.
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806. But Banquo's safe?
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807. Aye, my good lord.
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808. Safe in a ditch he bides,
with twenty trenched gashes on his head.
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809. The least a death to nature.
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810. There the grown serpent lies.
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811. The worm that fled hath nature
that in time will venom breed,
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812. no teeth for the present.
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813. Get thee gone.
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814. My royal lord, you do not give the cheer.
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815. Sweet remembrancer.
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816. Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
and health—
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817. On both.
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818. Please, Your Highness, sit.
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819. Here had we now
our country's honor roofed,
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820. were the graced person
of our Banquo present,
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821. who may I rather challenge for unkindness
than pity for mischance.
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822. His absence, sir,
lays blame upon his promise.
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823. Please't Your Highness to grace us
with your royal company.
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824. Here is a place reserved.
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825. What is't that moves Your Highness?
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826. Which of you have done this?
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827. What, my good lord?
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828. Thou canst not say I did it.
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829. Never shake thy gory locks at me!
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830. Gentles, all rise.
His Highness is not well.
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831. Sit, worthy friends.
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832. My lord is often thus,
and hath been from his youth.
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833. Pray you, keep seat.
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834. The fit is momentary.
Upon a thought he will again be well.
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835. Are you a man?
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836. Aye, and a bold one,
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837. that dare look upon
that which might appall the devil.
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838. This is the very painting of thy fear.
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839. This is the air-drawn dagger
which, you said, led you to Duncan.
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840. If I stand here, I saw him!
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841. Fie, for shame.
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842. The time has been, that,
when the brains were out,
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843. the man would die, and there an end!
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844. But now they rise again, with
twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
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845. and push us to our stools!
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846. This is more strange
than such a murder is!
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847. Avaunt! Quit my sight!
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848. Thy bones are marrowless!
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849. Thy blood is cold!
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850. Thou hast no speculation in those eyes.
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851. Hence, horrible shadow!
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852. Unreal mockery, hence!
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853. Why, so…
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854. being gone…
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855. I am a man again.
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856. Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends.
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857. I have a strange infirmity,
which is nothing to those that know me.
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858. You have displaced the mirth,
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859. broke the good meeting,
with most admired disorder.
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860. Can such things be and overcome us
like a summer's cloud,
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861. without our special wonder?
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862. You make me strange
even to the disposition that I owe,
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863. when now I think
you can behold such sights,
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864. and keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
when mine are blanched with fear.
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865. - What sights, my lord?
- I pray you, speak not.
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866. He grows worse and worse.
Question enrages him.
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867. At once, good night.
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868. Stand not upon the order of your going,
but go at once.
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869. Good night.
And better health attend His Majesty—
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870. A kind good night to all.
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871. It will have blood.
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872. They say…
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873. blood will have blood.
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874. Stones have been known to move,
trees to speak.
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875. Augurs and understood relations
have by the magpies
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876. and crows and rooks brought forth
the secret'st man of blood.
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877. What is the night?
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878. Almost at odds with morning,
which is which.
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879. How sayest thou, that Macduff
denies his person at our great bidding?
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880. Did you send to him, sir?
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881. I hear it by the way. But I will send.
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882. There's not a one of them
but in his house I keep a servant feed.
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883. I will tomorrow unto the weird sisters.
More shall they speak.
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884. I am in blood stepped in so far
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885. that, should I wade no more,
returning were as tedious as go o'er.
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886. Strange things I have in head,
that will to hand.
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887. Which must be acted…
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888. ere they be scanned.
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889. You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
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890. Come, we'll to sleep.
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891. My strange and self-abuse
is the initiate fear that wants hard use.
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892. We are yet but young in deed.
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893. 'Tis time.
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894. 'Tis time.
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895. By the pricking of my thumbs,
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896. something wicked this way comes.
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897. How now, you secret,
black and midnight hags.
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898. What is't you do?
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899. A deed without a name.
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900. I conjure you,
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901. by that which you profess,
howe'er you come to know it, answer me.
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902. Even till destruction sicken,
answer me to what I ask you.
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903. Speak.
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904. - Demand.
- We'll answer.
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905. Say if thou'dst rather hear it
from our mouths, or from our masters?
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906. Call 'em. Let me see 'em.
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907. Double, double toil and trouble.
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908. Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
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909. Double, double toil and trouble.
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
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910. Double, double toil and trouble.
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble…
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911. Finger of birth-strangled babe,
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912. ditch-delivered by a drab.
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913. Liver of blaspheming Jew,
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914. gall of goat, and slips of yew.
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915. Silvered in the moon's eclipse,
nose of Turk and Tartar's lips.
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916. Here's the blood of a bat.
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917. - Put in that.
- Put in that.
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918. Round about the cauldron go.
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919. In the poisoned entrails throw.
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920. For a charm of powerful trouble,
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921. like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
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922. Tell me, thou unknown power—
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923. He knows thy thought.
Hear his speech, but say thou naught.
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924. Macbeth. Macbeth. Macbeth.
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925. Beware Macduff.
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926. Beware the Thane of Fife.
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927. Whate'er thou art,
for thy good caution, thanks.
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928. Thou hast harped my fear aright.
But one thing more—
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929. He will not be commanded.
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930. Here's another,
more potent than the first.
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931. Macbeth. Macbeth. Macbeth.
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932. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.
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933. Be bloody, bold and resolute.
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934. Laugh to scorn the power of man,
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935. for none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.
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936. Then live, Macduff.
What need I fear of thee?
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937. Yet I will make assurance double sure,
and take a bond of fate.
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938. Thou shalt not live.
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939. That I might tell
pale-hearted fear it lies,
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940. and sleep in spite of thunder.
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941. But what is this that rises
like the issue of a king,
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942. and wears upon his baby-brow
the round and top of sovereignty?
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943. Listen, but speak not to it.
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944. Macbeth shall never vanquished be
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945. until great Birnam Wood to high
Dunsinane Hill shall come against him.
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946. That will never be.
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947. Who can impress the forest,
bid the tree unfix his earthbound root?
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948. Yet my heart throbs
to know one thing more.
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949. Tell me, if your art can tell so much.
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950. Shall Banquo's issue ever reign
in this kingdom?
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951. Seek to know no more.
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952. Seek to know no more.
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953. Saw you the weird sisters?
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954. - No, my lord.
- Came they not by you?
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955. No, indeed, my lord.
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956. Infected be the air whereon they ride.
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957. And damned all those that trust them!
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958. I did hear the galloping of horse.
Who was't came by?
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959. 'Tis two or three, my lord,
that bring you word.
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960. Macduff is fled to England.
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961. - Fled to England?
- Aye, my good lord.
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962. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits.
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963. From this moment,
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964. the firstlings of my heart
shall be the firstlings of my hand.
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965. And even now, to crown my thoughts
with acts, be it thought and done.
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966. The castle of Macduff I will surprise.
Seize upon Fife.
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967. Give to the edge of the sword
his wife, his babes,
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968. and all unfortunate souls
that trace him in his line.
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969. No boasting like a fool.
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970. This deed I'll do before the purpose cool!
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971. But no more sights!
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972. Only, I say,
things have been strangely borne.
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973. The gracious Duncan was pitied of Macbeth.
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974. After he was dead.
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975. And the right-valiant Banquo
walked too late.
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976. Whom, you may say, if it please you,
Fleance killed, for Fleance fled.
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977. Men must not walk too late.
I hear Macduff lives in disgrace.
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978. Sir, can you tell
where he bestows himself?
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979. Malcolm, the son of Duncan,
from whom this…
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980. tyrant holds the due of birth,
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981. lives in the English court.
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982. Thither Macduff is gone
to pray upon his aid.
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983. And this report hath so exasperate Macbeth
that he prepares for some attempt at war.
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984. Some holy angel fly
to the court of England
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985. and unfold this message ere he come,
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986. that a swift blessing may soon return
to this our suffering country…
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987. under a hand accursed.
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988. What had he done,
to make him fly the land?
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989. - You must have patience, madam.
- He had none.
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990. His flight was madness.
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991. When our actions do not,
our fears do make us traitors.
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992. You know not whether
it was his wisdom or his fear.
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993. Wisdom!
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994. To leave his wife, to leave his babes,
his mansion and his titles
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995. in a place from whence himself does fly?
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996. He loves us not.
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997. He wants the natural touch.
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998. For the poor wren,
the most diminutive of birds,
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999. will fight, her young ones
in her nest, against the owl.
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1000. My dearest coz,
I pray you, school yourself.
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1001. But for your husband,
he is noble, wise, judicious,
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1002. and best knows the fits of the season.
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1003. I dare not speak much further.
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1004. But cruel are the times,
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1005. when we're traitors
and do not know ourselves,
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1006. when we hold rumor from what we fear,
yet know not what we fear,
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1007. but float upon a wild and violent sea
each way and none.
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1008. My pretty cousin.
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1009. Fathered he is, and yet he's fatherless.
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1010. Sirrah, your father's dead.
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1011. And what will you do now?
How will you live?
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1012. My father is not dead,
for all your saying.
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1013. Yes, he is dead.
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1014. How wilt thou do for a father?
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1015. Nay, how will you do for a husband?
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1016. Why, I can buy me 20 at any market.
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1017. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.
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1018. Thou speak'st with all thy wit,
and yet with wit enough for thee.
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1019. Was my father a traitor, Mother?
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1020. Aye, that he was.
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1021. What is a traitor?
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1022. Why, one that swears and lies.
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1023. And be all traitors that do so?
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1024. Every one that does so is a traitor,
and must be hanged.
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1025. Who must hang them?
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1026. Why, the honest men.
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1027. Then the liars and swearers are fools,
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1028. for there are liars and swearers enough
to beat the honest men and hang up them.
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1029. - My lady.
- How thou talk'st.
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1030. Bless you, fair dame!
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1031. I am not to you known, though
in your state of honor I am perfect.
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1032. I doubt some danger
does approach you nearly.
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1033. If you will take a homely maid's advice,
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1034. be not found here.
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1035. Hence, with your little ones.
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1036. Whither should I fly? I have done no harm.
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1037. But I remember now.
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1038. I am in this earthly world,
where to do harm is often laudable,
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1039. to do good sometime
accounted dangerous folly.
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1040. Why then, alas, do I put up
that womanly defense,
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1041. to say I have done no harm?
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1042. Where is your husband?
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1043. I hope, in no place so unsanctified
where such as thou mayst find him.
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1044. - He's a traitor.
- Thou liest!
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1045. - No!
- What, you egg!
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1046. No, no, no! No!
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1047. No! No! No!
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1048. Let us seek out some desolate place,
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1049. and there weep our sad bosoms empty.
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1050. Let us rather hold fast the mortal sword,
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1051. and like good men bestride
our downfall birthdom.
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1052. Each new morn new widows howl,
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1053. new orphans cry,
new sorrows strike heaven on the face,
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1054. that it resounds
as if it felt with Scotland,
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1055. and yelled out like syllable of dolor.
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1056. What you've spoke, it may be so perchance.
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1057. This tyrant, whose sole name
blisters our tongues,
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1058. was once thought honest.
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1059. See, who comes here?
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1060. My ever-gentle cousin.
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1061. Welcome hither.
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1062. I know him now.
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1063. Good God, betimes remove the means
that makes us strangers.
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1064. Sir, amen.
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1065. Stands Scotland where it did?
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1066. Alas, poor country.
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1067. Almost afraid to know itself.
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1068. It cannot be called our mother,
but our grave,
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1069. where nothing, but who knows nothing,
is once seen to smile.
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1070. Where sighs and groans and shrieks
that rend the air are made, not marked.
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1071. Where violent sorrow seems
a modern ecstasy.
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1072. What's the newest grief?
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1073. That of an hour's age
doth hiss the speaker.
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1074. Each minute teems a new one.
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1075. How does my wife?
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1076. Why, well.
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1077. And all my children?
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1078. Well too.
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1079. The tyrant has not battered
at their peace?
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1080. No. They were well at peace
when I did leave 'em.
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1081. Be not a niggard of your speech.
How goes it?
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1082. When I came hither
to transport the tidings,
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1083. which I have heavily borne,
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1084. there ran a rumor of many
worthy fellows that were out.
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1085. Now is the time of help.
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1086. Your eye in Scotland would create
soldiers, make our women fight,
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1087. to doff their dire distresses.
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1088. Be it their comfort.
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1089. We are coming thither.
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1090. Gracious England hath lent us good Siward
and ten thousand men.
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1091. A stronger and a better soldier
none that Christendom gives out.
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1092. Would I could answer
this comfort with the like.
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1093. But I have words that would be
howled out in the desert air,
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1094. where hearing should not latch them.
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1095. What concern they?
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1096. The general cause?
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1097. Or is it a fee-grief
due to some single breast?
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1098. No mind that's honest
but in it shares some woe.
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1099. Though the main part…
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1100. pertains to you alone.
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1101. If it be mine, keep it not from me.
Quickly let me have it.
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1102. Let not your ears despise
my tongue forever,
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1103. which shall possess them with the heaviest
sound that ever yet they heard.
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1104. I guess at it.
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1105. Your castle is surprised,
your wife and babes savagely slaughtered.
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1106. To relate the manner…
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1107. were, on the quarry of this murdered deer,
to add the death of you.
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1108. Merciful heaven.
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1109. What, man?
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1110. Give sorrow words.
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1111. The grief that does not speak whispers
the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
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1112. My children too?
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1113. Wife, children, servants,
all that could be found.
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1114. - My wife killed too?
- I have said.
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1115. Be comforted.
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1116. Let's make us medicines
of our great revenge,
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1117. to cure this deadly grief.
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1118. He has no children!
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1119. All my pretty ones?
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1120. Did you say all?
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1121. O hellkite. All?
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1122. What, all my pretty chickens
and their dam in one fell swoop?
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1123. - Dispute it like a man.
- I shall do so!
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1124. But I must also feel it as a man.
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1125. I cannot but remember such things were,
that were most precious to me.
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1126. Did heaven look on,
and would not take their part?
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1127. Sinful Macduff.
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1128. They were all struck for thee.
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1129. Naught that I am,
not for their own demerits, but for mine,
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1130. fell slaughter on their souls.
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1131. - Heaven rest them now.
- Be this the whetstone of your sword.
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1132. Let grief convert to anger.
Blunt not the heart, enrage it.
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1133. I could play the woman with mine eyes
and braggart with my tongue.
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1134. But, gentle heavens,
cut short all intermission.
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1135. Front to front bring thou
this fiend of Scotland and myself.
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1136. Within my sword's length set him.
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1137. If he scape…
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1138. heaven forgive him too.
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1139. When was it she last walked?
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1140. Since His Majesty went into the field,
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1141. I have seen her rise from her bed,
throw her nightgown upon her,
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1142. unlock her closet, take forth paper,
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1143. fold it, write upon it, read it,
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1144. afterwards seal it,
and again return to bed.
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1145. Yet all this while in a most fast sleep.
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1146. In this slumbery agitation,
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1147. besides her walking
and other actual performances,
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1148. what, at any time, have you heard her say?
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1149. That, sir, which I will not
report after her.
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1150. Neither to you nor anyone,
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1151. having no witness to confirm my speech.
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1152. Lo you, here she comes.
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1153. This is her very guise.
And, upon my life, fast asleep.
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1154. - Observe her. Stand close.
- You see, her eyes are open.
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1155. Aye, but their senses are shut.
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1156. How came she by that light?
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1157. She has light by her continually.
'Tis her command.
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1158. What is it she does now?
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1159. Look, how she rubs her hands.
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1160. I have known her continue in this
a quarter of an hour.
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1161. Yet here's a spot.
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1162. Hark. She speaks.
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1163. Out, damned spot. Out, I say.
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1164. One… two.
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1165. Why, then, 'tis time to do it.
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1166. Hell is murky.
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1167. Fie, my lord, fie! A soldier, and afeard?
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1168. What need we fear who knows it,
when none can call our power to account?
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1169. Yet who would have thought the old man
to have had so much blood in him?
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1170. The Thane of Fife had a wife.
Where is she now?
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1171. What?
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1172. No more o' that, my lord, no more of that.
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1173. Go to, go to.
You have known what you should not.
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1174. She has spoke what she should not.
I am sure of that.
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1175. Here's the smell of the blood still.
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1176. All the perfumes of Arabia will not
sweeten this little hand.
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1177. What a sigh is there.
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1178. The heart is sorely charged.
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1179. This disease is beyond my practice.
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1180. Yet I have known those
which have walked in their sleep
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1181. who have died holily in their beds.
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1182. God, God forgive us all.
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1183. Wash your hands, put on your nightgown.
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1184. Look not so pale.
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1185. I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried.
He cannot come out on's grave.
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1186. Foul whisperings are abroad.
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1187. Unnatural deeds do breed
unnatural troubles.
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1188. Infected minds to their deaf pillows
do discharge their secrets.
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1189. More needs she the divine
than the physician.
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1190. - Will she go now to bed?
- Directly.
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1191. There's knocking at the gate. Come! Come!
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1192. Come, come. Give me your hand.
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1193. What's done cannot be undone.
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1194. To bed.
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1195. To bed.
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1196. To bed.
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1197. To bed.
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1198. What wood is this before us?
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1199. The wood of Birnam.
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1200. The English power is near,
led on by Malcolm,
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1201. his cousin Siward and the good Macduff.
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1202. Revenges burn in them.
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1203. What does the tyrant?
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1204. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies.
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1205. Some say he's mad.
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1206. Others that lesser hate him
do call it valiant fury.
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1207. But, for certain, he cannot buckle his
distempered cause within the belt of rule.
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1208. Now does he feel his secret murders
sticking on his hands.
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1209. Those he commands move only
in command, nothing in love.
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1210. Now does he feel
his title hang loose about him,
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1211. like a giant's robe upon a dwarfish thief.
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1212. The devil damn thee black,
thou cream-faced loon!
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1213. Where got'st thou that goose look?
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1214. - There is ten thousand—
- Geese, villain?
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1215. Soldiers, sir.
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1216. Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
thou lily-livered boy.
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1217. What soldiers, patch?
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1218. Death of thy soul.
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1219. Those linen cheeks of thine
are counselors to fear.
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1220. What soldiers, whey-face?
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1221. The English force, so please you.
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1222. Take thy face hence.
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1223. Seyton!
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1224. I am sick at heart, when I behold—
Seyton, I say!
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1225. This push will cheer me ever,
or disseat me now.
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1226. I have lived long enough.
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1227. My way of life is fallen into the sere,
the yellow leaf.
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1228. And that which should accompany old age,
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1229. as honor, love, obedience,
troops of friends,
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1230. I must not look to have.
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1231. Seyton, what news more?
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1232. All is confirmed, my lord,
which was reported.
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1233. I'll fight till from my bones
my flesh be hacked.
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1234. - Give me mine armor.
- 'Tis not needed yet.
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1235. I'll put it on. Send out more horses.
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1236. Skirr the country round.
Hang those that talk of fear.
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1237. Give me mine armor!
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1238. How does your patient, doctor?
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1239. Not so sick, my lord,
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1240. as she is troubled with thick-coming
fancies that keep her from her rest.
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1241. Cure her of that.
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1242. Canst thou not minister
to a mind diseased,
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1243. pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
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1244. raze out the written troubles of the brain
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1245. and with some sweet oblivious antidote
cleanse the stuffed bosom
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1246. of that perilous stuff
which weighs upon the heart?
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1247. Therein the patient
must minister to himself.
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1248. Throw physic to the dogs! I'll none of it!
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1249. Seyton! Send out!
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1250. I will not be afraid of death and bane,
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1251. till Birnam Forest come to Dunsinane!
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1252. Let every soldier hew him down
a bough and bear it before him.
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1253. It shall be done.
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1254. We learn no other but the confident tyrant
keeps still in Dunsinane,
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1255. and will endure
our setting down before it.
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1256. 'Tis his main hope.
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1257. And none serve with him
but constrained things
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1258. whose hearts are absent too.
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1259. Hang out our banners on the outward walls!
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1260. The cry is still, "They come!"
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1261. Our castle's strength will laugh
a siege to scorn.
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1262. Here let them lie till famine
and the ague eat them up!
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1263. Lead our first battle.
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1264. Worthy Macduff and we shall take upon's
what else remains to do.
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1265. Do we but find the tyrant's power tonight,
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1266. let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.
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1267. Towards which advance the war!
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1268. This way! This way!
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1269. Were they not forced
with those that should be ours,
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1270. we might have met them dareful,
beard to beard,
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1271. and beat them backward home.
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1272. Now near enough.
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1273. Your leafy screens throw down.
And show like those you are!
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1274. Make all our trumpets speak.
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1275. Give them all breath,
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1276. those clamorous harbingers
of blood and death!
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1277. What is that noise?
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1278. It is the cry of women, my good lord.
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1279. I have almost forgot the taste of fears.
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1280. The time has been,
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1281. my senses would have cooled
to hear a night-shriek.
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1282. And my fell of hair would
at a dismal treatise rouse
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1283. and stir as if life were in't.
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1284. Wherefore was that cry?
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1285. The queen, my lord, is dead.
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1286. She should have died hereafter.
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1287. There would have been a time
for such a word.
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1288. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
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1289. creeps in this petty pace from day to day
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1290. to the last syllable of recorded time.
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1291. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
the way to dusty death.
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1292. Out, out, brief candle.
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1293. Life is but a walking shadow…
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1294. a poor player that struts and frets
his hour upon the stage
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1295. and then is heard no more.
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1296. It is a tale told by an idiot…
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1297. full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing.
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1298. Gracious my lord, I should report
that which I say I saw,
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1299. but know not how to do it.
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1300. Well, say, sir.
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1301. I looked toward Birnam,
and anon, methought,
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1302. the wood began to move.
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1303. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so.
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1304. Within this three mile may you see
it coming, I say, a moving grove.
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1305. If thou speak'st false,
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1306. upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
till famine cling thee.
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1307. "Fear not, till Birnam Wood
do come to Dunsinane."
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1308. And now a wood comes toward Dunsinane.
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1309. Arm, arm, and out!
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1310. If this which he avouches does appear,
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1311. there is no flying hence
nor tarrying here!
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1312. Ring the alarum bell!
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1313. Blow, wind! Come, wrack!
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1314. At least we'll die
with harness on our back.
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1315. What is thy name?
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1316. Thou'It be afraid to hear it.
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1317. No.
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1318. Though thou call'st thyself
a hotter name than any is in hell.
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1319. My name's Macbeth.
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1320. The devil himself could not pronounce
a title more hateful to mine ear.
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1321. No, nor more fearful.
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1322. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant.
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1323. With my sword
I'll prove the lie thou speak'st!
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1324. Thou wast born of woman.
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1325. Turn, hellhound, turn!
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1326. Of all men else I have avoided thee.
But get thee back.
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1327. My soul is too much charged
with blood of thine already.
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1328. I have no words.
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1329. My voice is in my sword.
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1330. Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests.
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1331. I bear a charmed life,
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1332. which must not yield,
to one of woman born.
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1333. Despair thy charm.
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1334. And let the angel whom thou
still hast served tell thee,
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1335. Macduff was from his mother's womb
untimely ripped.
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1336. Accursed be thy tongue that tells me so.
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1337. - I will not fight with thee.
- Then yield thee, coward!
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1338. I will not yield, to kiss the ground
before young Malcolm's feet,
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1339. and to be baited with the rabble's curse.
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1340. Though Birnam Wood be come
to Dunsinane and thou opposed,
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1341. being not of woman born,
yet I will try the last.
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1342. Lay on, Macduff.
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1343. And damned be him that first cries,
"Hold, enough!"
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1344. All hail, King of Scotland.
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1345. Hail, King of Scotland!
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