William Shakespeare - MacBeth

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Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.

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What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red. My hands are of your colour; but I shame to wear a heart so white. A little water clears us of this deed: How easy it is then! Your constancy hath left you unattended.

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What man dare, I dare;
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The armed rhinoceros or the Hyrcan tiger,
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble.

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But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears.

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Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear The very stones prate of my whereabout.

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Had he not resembled
My father as he slept I had done't.

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By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, locks,
Whoever knocks!

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The attempt and not the deed Confounds us.

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Come, seeling night,
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day,
And with thy bloody and invisible hand,
Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
Which keeps me pale! Light thickens, and the crow
Makes wing to the rooky wood;
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse,
Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.

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Thou wouldst be great;
Art not without ambition, but without
The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly,
That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win.

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I have liv'd long enough: my way of life Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.

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Now o'er the one half-world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings.

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And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray 's
In deepest consequence.

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Bring me no more reports; let them fly all:
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane
I cannot taint with fear.

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This guest of summer,
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve
By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath
Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,
Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle.

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Duncan is in his grave;
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well;
Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,
Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
Can touch him further.

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Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry 'Hold, hold!'

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Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers.

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Hence, horrible shadow!
Unreal mockery, hence!

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Lay on, Macduff;
And damned be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!'

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Away, and mock the time with fairest show:
False face must hide what the false heart doth
know.

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I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,
Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.
Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause
But rather reason thus with reason fetter,
Love sought is good, but given unsought better.

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Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;
Come like shadows, so depart.

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Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
The life o' the building!

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Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
What thou art promised. Yet I do fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way.

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Ere the bat hath flown
His cloistered flight, ere, to black Hecate's summons
The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums
Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done
A deed of dreadful note.

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Where we are,
There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood,
The nearer bloody.

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The night has been unruly: where we lay,
Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say,
Lamentings heard i' th'air; strange screams of death.

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Lady Macbeth: Things without all remedy
Should Be Without Regard: what's done is done.
Macbeth: We have scotched the snake, not killed it:
She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice
Remains in danger of her former tooth.

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Macbeth: What is the night?
Lady Macbeth: Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

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