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Fair is foul and foul is fair
Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under’t
Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself and falls on th’other
Is this a dagger which I see before me… Thou marshall’st me the way that I was going
Horror! Horror! Horror!
Where we are, there’s daggers in men’s smiles
I fear/Thou play’dst most foully for it
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck till thou applaud the deed
I am in blood/Stepped in so far that should I wade no more,/Returning were as tedious as go o’er
This dead butcher and his fiend-like queen
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