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I'll devil-porter it no further. Anon!
And now a wood comes toward Dunsinane.
Is he dispatched?
Hath it slept since?
The general cause?
Macduff is fled to England.
Why, then, 'tis time to do it.
was once thought honest.
until great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill shall come against him.
I have drugged their possets,
And Thane of Cawdor too. Went it not so?
The English power is near, led on by Malcolm,
[witch 1] Macbeth doth come.
My soul is too much charged with blood of thine already.
What, man?
Did you say all?
And though I could with barefaced power sweep him from my sight
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
And damned be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!"
and bade them speak to him.
only vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself and falls on the other.
But they did say their prayers, and addressed them again to sleep.
confronted him with self-comparisons.
when living light should kiss it?
Some say he's mad.
If't be so, for Banquo's issue have I filed my mind.
Yet all this while in a most fast sleep.
within the volume of which time
-Renown and grace is dead. -[Lady Macbeth] Speak! Speak!
Do not bid me speak. See, and then speak yourselves.
[bell tolls]
Look not so pale.
that my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
to throw away the dearest thing he owed, as 'twere a careless trifle.
[gasps]
And all my children?
It'll be rain tonight.
To the selfsame tune and words.
and unfold this message ere he come,
Naught that I am, not for their own demerits, but for mine,
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly.
But cruel are the times,
The Thane of Cawdor lives. Why do you dress me in borrowed robes?
Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven…
Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight with a new Gorgon.
compelled these skipping kerns to trust their heels…
Look on't again I dare not.
He grows worse and worse. Question enrages him.
Knock, knock. Who's there?
-Our tears are not yet brewed. -Let's not consort with them.
This guest of summer, temple-haunting martlet,
Call 'em. Let me see 'em.
[chuckles]
[Macbeth] Hang out our banners on the outward walls!
which still hath been both grave and prosperous, in this day's council.
Aye, madam, but returns again tonight.
Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, thou lily-livered boy.
I will tomorrow unto the weird sisters. More shall they speak.
[horse whinnies]
Aye, but their senses are shut.
The worm that fled hath nature that in time will venom breed,
[cawing]
where nothing, but who knows nothing, is once seen to smile.
And I have learned by the perfectest report,
malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing… can touch him further.
Whence is that knocking?
I laid their daggers ready. He could not miss 'em!
And with him, to leave no rubs nor botches in the work,
Your castle is surprised, your wife and babes savagely slaughtered.
He knows thy thought. Hear his speech, but say thou naught.
He died as one that had been studied in his death
No! No! No!
And my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse
Up! Up! And see the great doom's image!
Your spirits shine through you.
♪ Must make content With his fortunes fit ♪
My voice is in my sword.
.
To leave his wife, to leave his babes, his mansion and his titles
have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums, and dashed the brains out,
and confused events new hatched to the woeful time.
Malcolm and Donalbain,
Fair and noble hostess, we are your guest tonight.
[grunts]
And Duncan's horses, a thing most strange and certain,
had I so sworn as you have done to this.
In which addition, hail, most worthy Thane.
[guests murmur]
No, nor more fearful.
Till that Macbeth and Banquo, lapped in proof,
O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife.
In the poisoned entrails throw.