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McBETH
When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won.
That will be ere the set of sun
Where the place?
Upon the heath
There to meet with Macbeth
Fair is foul, and foul is fair Hover through the fog and filthy air
So foul and fair a day I have not seen
How far is't call'd to Forres?
Live you?
You should be women...and jet
All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!
All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!
All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!
Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear
Things that do sound so fair? Speak then to me
Hail!
Hail!
Hail!
Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
Not so happy, yet much happier
Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none
So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!
Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more...
You owe this strange intelligence?
The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me In borrow'd robes?
Who was the thane lives yet. But under heavy judgment bears that life Which he deserves to lose.
The weird sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about: Thrice to thine and thrice to mine And thrice again, to make up nine
Peace! the charm's wound up.
Were such things here as we do speak about? Or have we eaten on the insane root That takes the reason prisoner?
Your children shall be kings
You shall be king
That trusted home Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, Besides the thane of Cawdor...
But 'tis strange...
The instruments of darkness tell us truths...
Two truths are told...
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me...