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This tyrant,
If I stand here, I saw him.
and damned all those that trust them!
You must leave this.
"No man that's born of woman shall e'er have power upon thee."
Wash your hands.
No, please, my babies!
Hail, Macbeth.
If the assassination could trammel up the consequence
Beware the Thane of Fife.
like valour's minion
You make me strange,
and mingle with the English epicures.
'for in my way it lies.'
when first they put the name of king upon me
Was this not nobly done?
Art thou afeard to be the same in thine own act and valour
I have no words.
I'll make so bold to call.
Come, seeling night.
What is't that moves Your Highness?
To bed.
Those that Macbeth hath slain.
The cry is still, "They come!"
and such an instrument I was to use.
Soldiers, sir.
to the last syllable of recorded time.
Thanks for that.
win us with honest trifles
to leave no rubs nor botches in the work,
Alas, the day. What good could they pretend?
Do you not hope your children shall be kings
and fill me from the crown to the toe top-full of direst cruelty.
who may I rather challenge for unkindness
Turn.
and make joyful the hearing of my wife with your approach,
You know your own degrees.
where hearing should not latch them.
If ill, why hath it given me earnest of success,
for none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.
I have done no harm!
This deed I'll do before this purpose cool.
Your royal preparation makes us hear something.
seek to hide themselves in drops of sorrow.
my senses would have cooled to hear a night-shriek
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going
They say blood will have blood.
when those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me
Be it their comfort we are coming thither.
Hear'st thou of them?
There's knocking at the gate.
No boasting like a fool.
Put on your nightgown.
I'll be myself the harbinger
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold.
You shall be king.
must embrace the fate of that dark hour.
Our royal master, he's murdered.
When Duncan is asleep
I have supped full with horrors.
yet I will try the last.
A little water clears us of this deed.
"'Hail, king that shalt be."'
Look not so pale.
Duncan comes here tonight.
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