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- The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead.
Hold fast the mortal sword, and, like good men, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,
Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead? In riddles and affairs of death; At least we'll die with harness on our back. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; And lead you even to death: meantime forbear, From the first corse till he that died to-day, - Have of your audience been most free and bounteous;
They met me in the day of success; and I have
learned by the perfectest report they have more in them than
mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them
further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished.
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from
the king, who all-hailed me, 'Thane of Cawdor'; by which title,
before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the
coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that shalt be!' This have
I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of
greatness; that thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by
being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy
heart, and farewell. And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death, Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! Dirty secrets! But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.