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and take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
[horse whinnies]
and push us to our stools!
But I must also feel it as a man.
What is the night?
Listening their fear, I could not say "amen" when they did say, "God bless us."
[witch 1] Thus do go about, about.
which must not yield, to one of woman born.
besides her walking and other actual performances,
[wind gusts]
He loves us not.
That is a step on which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,
We learn no other but the confident tyrant keeps still in Dunsinane,
[bell tolls, distant]
[thudding continues]
as they would make war with mankind.
as we shall make our griefs and clamor roar upon his death?
No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Those that Macbeth hath slain.
-[man] Aha. -[porter] I pray you, remember the porter.
I looked toward Birnam, and anon, methought,
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me without my stir.
Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, that you do lie so late?
when my drink is ready, she strike upon the bell.
[older thane] What, my good lord?
How now. What news?
Always thought that I require a clearness.
-is murdered. -[crowd gasps, murmurs]
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
who wrought with them, and all things else
tyrant holds the due of birth,
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
[thudding continues]
[wind howling]
shall he dwindle, peak and pine.
as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from her rest.
I cannot tell.
Give me your hand.
Thy letters have transported me beyond this ignorant present,
Here had we now our country's honor roofed,
as upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine--
Well, they were suborned.
to cure this deadly grief.
Come to my woman's breasts
And none serve with him but constrained things
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What thou wouldst highly, that wouldst thou holily.
He did command me to call timely on him. I have almost slipped the hour.
[witch 1] Where hast thou been, sister?
The heart is sorely charged.
Macbeth. Macbeth. Macbeth.
It is the bloody business that informs thus to mine eyes.
the minions of their race, turned wild in nature,
Now does he feel his secret murders sticking on his hands.
If ill, why hath it given me earnest of success, commencing in a truth?
broke their stalls, flung out, contending 'gainst obedience,
Wouldst not play false, and yet wouldst wrongly win.
and sent forth great largess to your offices.
I am Thane of Cawdor.
I have seen hours dreadful and things strange.
[older thane] Goes the king hence today?
[witch 3] Where the place?
And, I fear, thou play'dst most foully for it.
That shalt be king hereafter.
Farewell.
Wherefore did you so?
which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
But I have words that would be howled out in the desert air,
[witch 1] Silvered in the moon's eclipse, nose of Turk and Tartar's lips.
You must leave this.
But here… [sighs]
I have lived long enough.
It is the cry of women, my good lord.
Good night. And better health attend His Majesty--
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
[Banquo] Thanks, sir. The like to you.
Fie, my lord, fie! A soldier, and afeard?
Our royal master's murdered.
He hath honored me of late.
Wherefore was that cry?
If I stand here, I saw him!
Take thy face hence.
Hark.
What cannot you and I perform upon the unguarded Duncan?
let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.
[footsteps approaching]
[Malcolm] Be it their comfort.
new orphans cry, new sorrows strike heaven on the face,
balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
That will never be.
[together] Speak.
Aye, my good lord.
which shall possess them with the heaviest sound that ever yet they heard.
No.
he should have old turning the key.
and will endure our setting down before it.