Stars hide your fires, let not light see my black and deep desires, will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hands?, upon my head they placed a fruitless crown and put a barren sceptre in my grip, be innocent of the knowledge dearest chuck, his virtues will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, our fears in Banquo stick deep, and in his royalty of nature, I fear thou playdst most foully for it, the instruments of darkness tell us truths, win us with honest trifles, to betray’s in deepest consequence, fair is foul and foul is fair, by the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes, it is too full of the milk of human kindness, come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here and fill me from the crown to the toe top-full of direst cruelty, nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand, out, damned spot! out I say, a little water clears us of this deed, Who would have thought the old man to have so much blood in him?, fit to govern? No, not fit to live!, this dead butcher and his fiend like queen, bleed, bleed poor country!, most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope the lord’s anointed temple, new widows howl, new orphans cry, 'tis day and yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp, a falcon, towering in her pride of place, was by a mousing owl hawk’d at and killed, lesser than Macbeth and greater, in every point twice done and then done double, gentle lady, 'tis not for you to hear what i can speak, full of scorpions is my mind, she has light by her continually, the thane of cawdor lives. why do you dress me in borrowed robes?,

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