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Why are you silent?

Let the earth hide thee.

and with his former title greet Macbeth.

But now they rise again and push us from our stools.

it's almost afraid to know itself.

Sit, worthy friends.

Before my body I throw my warlike shield.

Thou losest labour.

Shake off your downy sleep, man.

But of that tomorrow.

The Queen, my Lord, is dead.

I pray you, sit still.

Speak, I charge you.

and then is heard no more.

Adieu, till you return at night.

Art not without ambition but without the illness should attend it.

Hie you to horse.

When shall we nerds meet again?

But from this instant

If much you note him, you shall offend him

being of no woman born,

Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses.

that would be howled in the desert air

bold, and resolute.

move only in command.

Prithee, peace.

to kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet

which must not yield to one of woman born.

How now, my Lord? Why do you keep alone?

When in swinish sleep their drenched natures lie as in a death

We will proceed no further in this business.

but only vaulting ambition

I would, while it was smiling in my face,

Despair thy charm

Valiant Macbeth.

Malcolm, the King's son, is stolen away and fled,

'Some say he's mad.

Things without all remedy should be without regard.

The very firstlings of my heart shall be the firstlings of my hand.

which smoked with bloody execution,

have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums

then 'twere well it were done quickly.

the yellow leaf.

Laugh to scorn the power of man,