William Shakespeare - MacBeth

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And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind.

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Who can be wise, amaz'd, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.

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Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great natures second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.

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Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

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Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?

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I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
And falls on the other.

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Now good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both!

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…Wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'?
I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen'
Stuck in my throat.

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This place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further: I had thought to have let in some of all professions, that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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