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Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.


Hold, take this letter; early in the morning

 No, it is struck. Meantime, but think how I may do thee good, You shall be king. 'Tis more than we deserve or I expect. Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee! But under heavy judgement bears that life Among fresh female buds shall you this night Unripp'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son. Ha, banishment? be merciful, say death; All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king hereafter! villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic!--Why the devil hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight. And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis most sweet, That warns my old age to a sepulchre.  The very faculties of eyes and ears. The raven himself is hoarse For he was likely, had he been put on, And that which rather thou dost fear to do