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Clips from Macbeth

"and thou opposed,"
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"being of no woman born,"
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"yet I will try the last."
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"Before my body I throw my warlike shield."
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"Lay on, Macduff."
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"And damned be him that first cries,"
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""Hold, enough!""
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"He's worth more sorrow, and that I'll spend for him."
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"He's worth no more."
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"Hail,"
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"King of Scotland!"
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"Hail, King of Scotland!"
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"Hail, King of Scotland!"
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"Fair is foul and foul is fair."
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"Hover through the fog and filthy air."
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"When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning or in rain?"
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"When the hurlyburly's done. When the battle's lost and won."
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"- That would be ere the set of sun. - Where?"
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"Upon the heath."
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"There to meet with Macbeth."
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"- What bloody man is that? - Hail, friend!"
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"Say to the king thy knowledge of the broil as thou left it."
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"The merciless Macdonwald led his rebellion from the Western Isles."
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"And fortune on his damned quarrel smiled."
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"- But, brave Macbeth... - He deserves that name."
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"- Carved out a passage till he faced the slave."
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"And ne'er shook hands nor bade farewell..."
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"...till he unseamed him from the nave to the chops."
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"Valiant cousin!"
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"Upon this chance did the Norwegian king..."
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"...with new supplies of men, begin a fresh assault."
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"Dismayed not this our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?"
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"Yes. As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion."
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"So well thy words become thee as thy wounds. They smack of honour."
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"Go get him surgeons."
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"- God save the king. - What news, worthy thane?"
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"Norway, in terrible numbers..."
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"...assisted by this traitor, the Thane of Cawdor..."
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"...began a dismal conflict till Bellona's bridegroom, Macbeth..."
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"...confronts the king arm against arm, curbing his lavish spirit."
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"And to conclude, the victory fell on us."
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"Great happiness! No more that thane shall deceive our bosom interest."
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"Go pronounce his present death."
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"And with his former title, greet Macbeth."
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"So foul and fair a day I have not seen."
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"What are these?"
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"So withered and wild in their attire..."
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"...that look not like inhabitants of the Earth."
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"Speak, if you can. What are you?"
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"All hail, Macbeth. Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis."
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"All hail, Macbeth. Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor."
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"All hail, Macbeth, that shall be king hereafter."
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"Are ye fantastical, or that indeed which outwardly you show?"
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"My partner you greet with grace and great prediction..."
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"...that he seems rapt withal."
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"To me you speak not."
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"If you can look into the seeds of time..."
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"...and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak to me..."
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"...who neither beg nor fear your favours nor your hate."
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"Hail! Lesser than Macbeth, and greater."
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"Not so happy, yet much happier."
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"Thou shalt beget kings, though thou be none."
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"So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo."
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"Banquo and Macbeth, all hail."
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"Stay, you imperfect speakers! Tell me more."
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"By Sinel's death, I know I am Thane of Glamis."
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"But how of Cawdor?"
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"Say from whence you owe this intelligence."
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"Or why upon this heath you stop our way with such prophetic greeting?"
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"Whither are they vanished?"
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"Into the air."
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"And what seemed corporal melted, as breath into the wind."
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"Were such things here as we do speak about?"
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"Or have we eaten of the insane root that takes reason prisoner?"
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"Your children shall be kings."
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"You shall be king. And Thane of Cawdor. Went it not so?"
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"To the selfsame tune and words."
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"The Thane of Cawdor lives."
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"And to be king..."
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"... stands not within the prospect of belief."
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"No more than to be Cawdor."
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"The king hath happily received the news of thy success."
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"Thick as hail came post with post, and everyone did bear thy praises."
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"We are sent to give thee from our royal master thanks, not pay thee."
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"And for an earnest of a greater honour, he bade me call thee..."
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"...Thane of Cawdor."
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"What?"
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"Can the devil speak true?"
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"He lives. Why do you dress me in borrowed robes?"
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"Who was the thane lives yet, but that life he deserves to lose."
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"Treasons capital, confessed and proved, have overthrown him."
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"Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor."
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"The greatest is behind."
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"Thanks for your pains."
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"Do you not hope your children shall be kings?"
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"Those that gave Cawdor to me, promised no less to them."
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"That, trusted home, might yet enkindle you unto the crown..."
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"...besides the Thane of Cawdor."
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"Often, to win us to our harm, instruments of darkness tell truths."
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"Win us with honest trifles, to betray us in deepest consequence."
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"This supernatural soliciting cannot be ill..."
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"... cannot be good."
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"If ill, why hath it given me earnest of success, commencing in a truth?"
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"I am Thane of Cawdor."
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"If good, why do I yield to that suggestion..."
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"... whose horrid image doth unfix my hair and make my seated heart..."
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"... knock at my ribs against the use of nature?"
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"Present fears are less than horrible imaginings."
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"My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical..."
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"... shakes so my single state of man..."
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"... that function is smothered in surmise..."
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"... and nothing is but what is not."
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"I thank you, gentlemen."
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"Look how our partner's rapt."
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"If chance will have me king, chance may crown me without my stir."
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"Worthy Macbeth. We stay upon your leisure."
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"Give me your favour, my dull brain was wrought with things forgotten."
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"Let us to the king."
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"Long live the king."
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