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"who all-hailed me

Hail, King of Scotland!

- Goes the King hence today? - He does; he did appoint so.

Be lion-mettled, proud,

I will not yield

Here had we now our country's honour roofed,

Tonight we hold a solemn supper, sir,

nor bade farewell to him

What's done cannot be undone.

My Lord, his throat is cut.

I have given suck

It is too full o' the milk of human kindness

and shalt be what thou art promised.

Or else worth all the rest. I see thee still.

'Yet it was said it should not stand in thy posterity.'

and bend up each corporal agent to this terrible feat.

Skirr the country round.

He's good that did the like for Fleance.

The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon.

Hold thee still.

"Fear not, Macbeth.

'For now I am bent to know by the worst means the worst.

which ne'er shook hands

that memory, the warder of the brain, shall be a-fume

Then comes my fit again.

No more o' that, my Lord.

Alas, poor country,

Whiles I threat, he lives.

He chid the sisters

Mean you His Majesty?

to betray's in deepest consequence.

and every one did bear thy praises, in his kingdom's great defence,

Now is the time of help.

He's here in double trust.

Ring the alarum bell.

Pray you, keep seat.

I say he has borne all things well.

which shall, to all our nights and days to come,

and chastise with the valour of my tongue

the news of thy success.

We should have else desired your good advice in this day's council,

that my keen knife see not the wound it makes,

Stand not upon the order of your going but go at once.

Look, lo! How say you?

It will have blood.

Prithee, see there.

Thou canst not say that I did it.

the fountain of your blood is stopped.

I cannot taint with fear.

Turn hellhound turn!

Worthy gentleman.