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All our service, in every point twice done and then done double.

A soldier and afeard?

with the heaviest sound that ever yet they heard.

Let Your Highness command upon me to the which my duties are,

this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine,

What beast was't, then,

If thou didst it, thou art the nonpareil.

Then yield thee, coward,

I have lived long enough.

Most sacrilegious murder hath broke open

Go, prick thy face and over-red thy fear,

at what it did so freely?

Look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under't.

What rhubarb, cyme or what purgative drug

This supernatural soliciting cannot be ill,

for it hath cowed my better part of man.

all that could be found.

I should report that which I say I saw,

Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends,

Ride you this afternoon?

Death's counterfeit. You come and look on death itself.

'his secret murders sticking on his hands.'

Fly, Fleance! Fly!

not confessing his cruel parricide,

By your leave, hostess.

Ring the alarum bells.

and dashed the brains out

I must not look to have,

commencing in a truth?

strange screams of death.

Come, gentle my Lord.

What's done cannot be undone.

...he hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour.

A false creation, proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain.

Is he dispatched?

Wouldst thou have that which thou esteem'st the ornament of life

If there come truth from them,

His absence, sir, lays blame upon his promise.

My noble partner you greet with present grace

the gracious Duncan have I murdered,

for Banquo's issue have I filed my mind.

nature seems dead

Hail, King of Scotland!

and choke their art.

Treasons capital, confessed and proved, have overthrown him.

Beware Macduff.

the man would die

It is the cry of women, my good Lord.

Our hostess keeps her state

A kind good-night to all.

Your eye in Scotland

This even-handed justice commends