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and there an end.

My Lord, I will not.

Was the hope drunk wherein you dressed yourself?

'And I fear thou playedst most foully for't.

The King hath happily received, Macbeth,

heaven forgive him too.

the ingredience of our poisoned chalice to our own lips.

I will advise you where to plant yourselves,

King of Scotland!

and thou opposed,

Ay, my good Lord.

which o'erleaps itself and falls on the other.

and I feel now the future in the instant.

and great prediction of noble having and of royal hope

trumpet-tongued against the deep damnation of his taking-off.

Hail, lesser than Macbeth and greater.

Accursed be the tongue that tells me so,

I dare do all that may become a man.

I have almost slipped the hour.

Goes Fleance with you?

'To be thus...is nothing,

Infected be the air whereon they ride

go not my horse the better.

No more o' that.

But here upon this bank and shoal of time

...but as a thing of custom.

and put a barren sceptre in my grip,

And damned be him that first cries,

Let not your ears despise my tongue which shall possess them

Ring the alarum bells!

'returning were as tedious as go o'er.

and all unfortunate souls that trace him in his line.

There would have been a time for such a word.

Then, as his host, who should against his murderer shut the door,

We have scorched the snake, not killed it.

give to the edge of the sword his wife, his babes,

lamentings heard in the air,

and bade them speak to him.

whole as the marble, founded as the rock,

why, by the verities on thee made good, may they not be my oracles as well