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Hail, Macbeth.
Hail,
and tear to pieces that great bond which keeps me pale.
'Who was't came by?'
'but to be safely thus!
Tyrant, show thy face!
To bed.
Come.
'Thou hast it now.
that but this blow might be the be-all and end-all here.
Yet who would have thought
Murder!
Whither are they vanished?
we'll drink a measure the table round.
There the murderers,
But get thee back.
that struts and frets his hour upon the stage
and yet I would not sleep.
...and purge it to a sound and pristine health.
Sinful Macduff!
Arm, arm, and out!
signifying nothing.
What not put upon his spongy officers
'For mine own good, all causes shall give way.
Macduff has fled to England.
Macbeth shall never vanquished be.
O never shall sun that morrow see!
"and I have learned by the perfect'st report
But that myself should be the root and father of many kings.
Fail not our feast.
What's our newest grief?
And we are sent to give thee from our royal master thanks.
and wish the estate o' the world were now undone.
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor,
The castle of Macduff I will surprise, seize upon Fife,
Always thought that I require a clearness.
- What sights, my Lord? - I pray you, speak not.
promised no less to them?
nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark
I'll see it done.
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
How it does grieve Macbeth.
The time has been that, when the brains were out,
I have almost forgot the taste of fears.
A heavy summons lies like lead upon me
Ay, my good Lord. Our time does call upon's.
Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
My royal Lord, you do not give the cheer.
But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined,
My dearest love,
No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive our bosom interest.
My worthy Lord, your noble friends do lack you.