The Tragedy of Macbeth
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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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Nothing in his life became him
like the leaving it.

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He threw away the dearest thing he
owed as if it were a careless trifle.

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There's no art to find
a mind's construction in the face.

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On him I built an absolute trust.

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