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Macbeth: Act 1

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  • When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
  • When the hurly-burly’s done, When the battle’s lost and won.
  • That will be ere the set of sun.
  • Where the place?
  • Upon the heath.
  • There to meet with Macbeth.
  • Fair is foul, and foul is fair Hover through the fog and filthy air.
  • For brave Macbeth—well he deserves that name— Disdaining fortune, with his brandished steel, Which smoked with bloody execution, Like valor’s minion carved out his passage Till he faced the slave;
  • What bloody man is that?
  • This is the sergeant Who like a good and hardy soldier fought 'Gainst my captivity.
  • Who comes here?
  • The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict, Till that Bellona’s bridegroom, lapped in proof, Confronted him with self-comparisons, Point against point, rebellious arm 'gainst arm, Curbing his lavish spirit; and to conclude, The victory fell on us.
  • The worthy thane of Ross.
  • What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look That seems to speak things strange.
  • No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death,And with his former title greet Macbeth.
  • I’ll see it done.
  • I myself have all the other, And the very ports they blow, All the quarters that they know I' th' shipman’s card. I’ll drain him dry as hay. Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his penthouse lid. He shall live a man forbid. Weary sev'nnights nine times nine Shall he dwindle, peak and pine.
  • Show me, show me.
  • A drum, a drum! Macbeth doth come.
  • All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, thane of Glamis!
  • All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!
  • All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter!
  • I myself have all the other, And the very ports they blow, All the quarters that they know I' th' shipman’s card. I’ll drain him dry as hay. Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his penthouse lid. He shall live a man forbid. Weary sev'nnights nine times nine Shall he dwindle, peak and pine.
  • Show me, show me.
  • A drum, a drum! Macbeth doth come.
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