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Hie thee hither that I may pour my spirits in thine ear

What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.

and within my sword's length you set him.

they placed a fruitless crown

as thou art in desire?

Upon the battlefield, there to meet with Macbeth.

Yet I do fear thy nature.

their hands were all badged with blood.

you murthering ministers,

thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand,

to catch the nearest way.

Or are you aught that man may question?

They must lie there.

The thanes fly from me.

I am Thane of Cawdor.

We hear our bloody cousin is bestowed in England,

Who dares do more is none.

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece

This push will chair me ever

"and referred me to the coming on of time with,

and live a coward in thy own esteem,

whose horrid image doth unfix my hair

Is't far you ride?

and you shall put this night's great business into my dispatch

Merciful powers,

Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts,

The very source of it is stopped.

Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.

creeps in this petty pace from day to day

"When I burned in desire to question them further,

What's done is done.

But I will also feel it as a man.

Our castle's strength will laugh a siege to scorn.

Would they had stayed.

your wife and babes savagely slaughtered.

and the mere lees is left this vault to brag of.

I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked.

"They met me in the day of success

He did command me to call timely on him.

troops of friends,

Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives?

But yet I'll make assurance double sure

Came they not by you?

till he unseamed him from the nave to the chops

so humbly take my leave.

My way of life is fallen into the sere,

make our women fight to doff their dire distresses.

where Norwegian banners flout the sky and fan our people cold,

whom we name hereafter the Prince of Cumberland.