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MacbethWritten by William Shakespeare
Malcom: Let us seek out some desolate shade and there weep our sad bosoms empty.
Macduff: Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men bestride our downfall'n birthdom
Bleed poor country Great tyrant lay thou thy basis sure for goodness dares not check thee
This tyrant whose sole name blisters our tongues was thought honest.
I grant him bloody, luxurious, avaricious, and false, but there's no bottom in my voluptuousness
Boundless intemperance in nature is a tyranny. You may convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty.
Fit to govern? No, not to live. These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself have banished me from Scotland. Thy hope ends here
Macduff this noble passion, child of integrity and has reconciled my thoughts to thy good truth and honor
Such welcome and unwelcome things at once tis hard to reconcile
Well more anon. Comes the King forth I pray you?
Who's that coming over here
Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched souls that stay his cureBye,
I thank you Doctor for informing us
They killed my children too? And I must be thence! My wife killed too?
Ross: Sir, Amen let your ears not despise my tongue forever. Your castle is surprised, your wife and babies savagely slaughtered
Merciful Heaven. Dispute it like a man
This tune goes manly. Come go we to the King. Our power is ready!
I could play the women with mine eyes or within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape, Heaven forgive him too.
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