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besides the Thane of Cawdor.

And let the angel whom thou still hast served tell thee,

Or is it a fee-grief due to some single breast?

Ride you this afternoon?

Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

So please you, it is true. Our thane is coming.

and the surfeited grooms do mock their charge with snores.

his wonders and his praises do contend which should be thine or his.

They must lie there. Go. Carry them. And smear the sleepy grooms with blood.

I have begun to plant thee and will labor to make thee full of growing.

All is confirmed, my lord, which was reported.

[witch 1] Seek to know no more.

Ere the bat hath flown his cloistered flight.

[man 2] A light. A light!

Arm, arm, and out!

[witch 3] Sister, where thou?

The weird sisters, hand in hand.

-[bird caws] -[Lady Macbeth] Hark!

My name's Macbeth.

-No! [grunts] -[man] What, you egg!

Be bright and jovial among your guests tonight.

The castle of Macduff I will surprise. Seize upon Fife.

That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker.

But, for certain, he cannot buckle his distempered cause within the belt of rule.

have sent to peace, than on the torture of the mind to lie in restless ecstasy.

when we're traitors and do not know ourselves,

If we should fail?

there shall be done a deed of dreadful note.

And I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people,

-I'll to England. -To Ireland, I.

have overthrown him.

[shouting continues]

Thou art mad to say it. Is not thy master with him?

Though our lives--

-Dispute it like a man. -I shall do so!

Here comes the good Macduff.

[witch 3] There to meet with Macbeth.

how you were borne in hand, how crossed, the instruments,

If the assassination could trammel up the consequence,

Come what come may.

Tell me, thou unknown power--

and beat them backward home.

Why Fleance Why?

[Macbeth] Good morrow, both.

Let grief convert to anger. Blunt not the heart, enrage it.

Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air are made, not marked.

As far, my lord, as will fill up the time 'twixt this and supper.

Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends.

Aye, my good lord.

showed like a rebel's whore.

the handle toward my hand?

broke the good meeting, with most admired disorder.

Why do we hold our tongues,

Ooh! Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes.

that every minute of his being thrusts against my nearest of life!

like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Infected minds to their deaf pillows do discharge their secrets.

till Birnam Forest come to Dunsinane!

[sighs] The tyrant has not battered at their peace?

[chuckles] Why, I can buy me 20 at any market.

I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her nightgown upon her,

I dare not speak much further.

A deed without a name.

Malcolm, the son of Duncan, from whom this…

He's here in double trust.

Let not your ears despise my tongue forever,

shakes so my single state of man that function is smothered in surmise,

Aye, that he was.

-No, my lord. -Came they not by you?

Thou seest the heavens,

-[bell tolls] -Murder and treason!

So they doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe.

afterwards seal it, and again return to bed.

Would I could answer this comfort with the like.

Thou hast it now.

Hence, horrible shadow!

[chattering continues]