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Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand
Brave Macbeth - Well he deserves that name
Let not light see my dark and deep desires
Unsex me here, and fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full of direst cruelty
When thou durst do it, then you were a man
Out, damned spot! Out, I say!
Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under't
O, Full of scorpions is my mind
Fillet of a fenny snake
Fair is foul, and foul is fair. Hover through the fog and filthy air.
The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence.
I 'gin to be aweary of the sun And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.
I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulitng ambition, which o'erleaps itself and fakss on the other.
First witch: Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. Second witch: Not so happy, yet much happier. Third witch: Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none
I would while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums And dash'd the brains out had I so sworn as you Have done this.