Fair is foul, and foul is fair, Let not light see my black and deep desires, Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, look like th' innocent flower, But be the serpent under't., Out, out, brief candle!, Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?, Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none., Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more!, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty!, All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!, But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail, Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck....

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