William Shakespeare - MacBeth

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The attempt and not the deed Confounds us.

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

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

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

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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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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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My grief lies all within,
And these external manners of lament
Are merely shadows to the unseen grief
That swells with silence in the tortured soul.

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I that please some, try all, both joy and terror
Of good and bad, that makes and unfolds error.

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I do love My country's good with a respect more tender, More holy and profound, then mine own life, My dear wife's estimate, her womb increase, And treasure of my loins.

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The color of the king doth come and go,
Between his purpose and his conscience,
Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles set:
His passion is so ripe, it needs must break.

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What's more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,
As calling home our exiled friends abroad
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny,
Producing forth the cruel ministers
Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen,
Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands
Took off her life; this, and what needful else
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace
We will perform in measure, time, and place.

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Better be with the dead,
Whom we to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless ecstasy.

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A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep and do the effects of watching!

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Shall we upon the footing of our land
Send fair-play orders, and make compromise,
Insinuation, parley, and base truce,
To arms invasive?

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Supposition all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes; For treason is but trusted like the fox, Who, ne'er so tame, so cherished and locked up, Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.

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Wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, but presently prevent the ways to wail.

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Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue but moody and dull melancholy, kinsman to grim and comfortless despair.

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Every man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his neighbour's faults, and another behind him in which he stows his own.

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Titus Andronicus, my lord the Emperor
Sends thee this word, that, if thou love thy sons,
Let Marcus, Lucius, or thyself, old Titus,
Or any one of you, chop off your hand
And send it to the King: he for the same
Will send thee hither both thy sons alive,
And that shall be the ransom for their fault.

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But as the unthought-on accident is guilty To what we wildly do, so we profess Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies Of every wind that blows.

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Macduff: Our royal master's murdered!
Lady Macbeth: Woe, alas!
What! in our house?

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This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, Was once thought honest.

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Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn
The power of man, for none of woman born
Shall harm Macbeth.

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Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme.

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He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear: And you all know, security Is mortals' chiefest enemy.

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Porter: Drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things.
Macduff: What three things does drink especially provoke?
Porter: Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.

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Bring forth men-children only;
For thy undaunted mettle should compose
Nothing but males.

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The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts! unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top full
Of direst cruelty.

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A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.

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