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Fair is foul
and foul is fair
stars hide your fires
Let not light see my black and deep desires
Yet do I fear thy nature;
it is too full of the milk of human kindness
Look like the innocent flower
but be the serpent under't
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!
false face must hide
what the false heart doth know
will all great
Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand?
He's here in double trust
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject... then, as his host.
a little water
clears us of this deed
o valiant
Cousin, worthy gentleman
So foul and fair a day
I have not seen
why do you dress me
in borrowed robes
the instruments of darkness
tell us truths
come, thick night,
and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell
bloody instructions,
Which, being taught return to plague th'inventor
There's husbandry in heaven;
Their candles are all out
this dead butcher
and his fiend like queen
When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
O, full of scorpions
is my mind, dear wife!
When the battle's
lost and won
what he hath lost,
noble Macbeth hath won
But 'tis strange. and oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
the instruments of darkness to tell us truths. win us with honest trifles, to betray 's in deepest consequence.
why do i yield to that suggestion
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair and make my seated heart knock at my ribs
present fears
are less than horrible imaginings
o' never shall
sun that morrow see
there is not art
to find the mind's construction in the face
go get some water and
wash this filthy witness from your hand
my hands are of your color,
but I shame to wear a heart so white