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Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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Tell me, thou unknown power,-- Death makes no conquest of this conqueror; Thou hadst but power over his mortal body, When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform But you have power in me as in a kinsman. Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake! Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
Shall e'er have power upon thee.--Then fly, false thanes, Into his power; and modest wisdom plucks me O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, And towards London do they bend their power, To whom I will retail my conquest won, Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardy,-- My operant powers their functions leave to do: What says Lord Stanley? will he bring his power? Ere from this war thou turn a conqueror; When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, That excellent grand tyrant of the earth, Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power: Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardy,-- If we be conquered, let men conquer us,