1:48:04
I cannot but remember
such things were...
1:48:09
...that were most precious to me.
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Did the heaven look on
and would not take their part?
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Sinful Macduff,
they were struck for thee.
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Not for their own demerits, but for
mine, fell slaughter on their souls.
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Heaven rest them now.
1:48:28
Be this the whetstone of your sword.
Let grief convert to anger.
1:48:34
Blunt not the heart, enrage it!
1:48:53
Gentle heavens,
cut short all intermission.
1:48:58
Front to front bring thou
this fiend of Scotland and myself.
1:49:02
Our power is ready.
Macbeth is ripe for shaking.
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Within my sword's length set him.
1:49:08
If he escape, heaven forgive him too.
1:49:25
- What does the tyrant?
- Dunsinane he strongly fortifies.
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Some say he's mad. Others, that
lesser hate him, call it valiant fury.
1:49:35
Those he commands move in command.
Nothing in love.
1:49:38
He feels his title
hang loose about him...
1:49:41
...like a giant's robe
upon a dwarfish thief.
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All that is within him
does condemn itself.
1:49:46
The English power is near,
led by Malcolm, Seyward and Macduff.
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Near Birnam Wood shall we meet them.
That way are they coming.
1:49:57
The devil damn thee black, thou loon!
Where gotst thou that goose look?