The Tragedy of Macbeth
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The raven croaks the fatal entrance
of Duncan under my battlements.

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Come, you spirits that tend on
mortal thoughts. Unsex me here.

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Fill me from the crown to the toe
top-full of direst cruelty.

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Make thick my blood. Stop up
the access and passage to remorse...

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... that no compunctious visitings
of nature shake my purpose.

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This castle hath a pleasant seat.
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The air nimbly and sweetly recommends
itself unto our gentle senses.

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Come, thick night, pall thee
in the dunnest smoke of hell...


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