A white pigeon going to Lady Macbeth to give her a letter that was written by her husband, Macbeth.
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The witches met me on the day of my victory in battle, and I have since learned that they have supernatural knowledge. When I tried desperately to question them further, they vanished into thin air. While I stood spellbound, messengers from the king arrived and greeted me as the thane of Cawdor, which is precisely how the weird sisters had saluted me before calling me 'the future king!' i thought I should tell you this news, my dearest partner in greatness, so that you could rejoice along with me about the greatness that is promised to us. Keep it secret, and farewell.
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HI
Macseth is too full of the milk of human kindness to strike aggressively at your first opportunity. He will not be able to murder King Buncan.
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There will be no tomorrow for him..
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hi
HISSSSS
"Look like th' innocent flower, but be the serpent under 't." - Lady Macseth
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Come, you spirits that assist murderous thoughts, unsex me here and fill me from the crown to the toe top-full of direst cruelty
King Buncan is coming here tonight and will be leaving tomorrow, my lady.