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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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Macbeth
[I, 3] |
Ross |
193 |
The king hath happily received, Macbeth,
The news of thy success; and when he reads
Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
His wonders and his praises do contend
Which should be thine or his: silenced with that,
In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day,
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make,
Strange images of death. As thick as hail
Came post with post; and every one did bear
Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,
And pour'd them down before him.
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2 |
Macbeth
[I, 4] |
Macbeth |
331 |
[Aside] The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step
On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,
For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires;
Let not light see my black and deep desires:
The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be,
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
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3 |
Macbeth
[II, 1] |
Fleance |
570 |
The moon is down; I have not heard the clock.
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4 |
Macbeth
[II, 1] |
Banquo |
571 |
And she goes down at twelve.
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5 |
Macbeth
[II, 3] |
Lennox |
823 |
The night has been unruly: where we lay,
Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say,
Lamentings heard i' the air; strange screams of death,
And prophesying with accents terrible
Of dire combustion and confused events
New hatch'd to the woeful time: the obscure bird
Clamour'd the livelong night: some say, the earth
Was feverous and did shake.
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6 |
Macbeth
[III, 1] |
Macbeth |
1135 |
So is he mine; and in such bloody distance,
That every minute of his being thrusts
Against my near'st of life: and though I could
With barefaced power sweep him from my sight
And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not,
For certain friends that are both his and mine,
Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall
Who I myself struck down; and thence it is,
That I to your assistance do make love,
Masking the business from the common eye
For sundry weighty reasons.
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7 |
Macbeth
[III, 3] |
First Murderer |
1258 |
Let it come down.
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8 |
Macbeth
[III, 3] |
Third Murderer |
1265 |
There's but one down; the son is fled.
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9 |
Macbeth
[III, 4] |
Macbeth |
1272 |
You know your own degrees; sit down: at first
And last the hearty welcome.
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10 |
Macbeth
[III, 4] |
Macbeth |
1377 |
I do forget.
Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends,
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
To those that know me. Come, love and health to all;
Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine; fill full.
I drink to the general joy o' the whole table,
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss;
Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,
And all to all.
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11 |
Macbeth
[IV, 1] |
Macbeth |
1602 |
I conjure you, by that which you profess,
Howe'er you come to know it, answer me:
Though you untie the winds and let them fight
Against the churches; though the yesty waves
Confound and swallow navigation up;
Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down;
Though castles topple on their warders' heads;
Though palaces and pyramids do slope
Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure
Of nature's germens tumble all together,
Even till destruction sicken; answer me
To what I ask you.
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12 |
Macbeth
[IV, 1] |
Macbeth |
1684 |
Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo: down!
Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls. And thy hair,
Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first.
A third is like the former. Filthy hags!
Why do you show me this? A fourth! Start, eyes!
What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?
Another yet! A seventh! I'll see no more:
And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass
Which shows me many more; and some I see
That two-fold balls and treble scepters carry:
Horrible sight! Now, I see, 'tis true;
For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me,
And points at them for his.
[Apparitions vanish]
What, is this so?
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13 |
Macbeth
[V, 1] |
Doctor |
2157 |
Hark! she speaks: I will set down what comes from
her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.
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14 |
Macbeth
[V, 4] |
Malcolm |
2329 |
Let every soldier hew him down a bough
And bear't before him: thereby shall we shadow
The numbers of our host and make discovery
Err in report of us.
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15 |
Macbeth
[V, 4] |
Siward |
2334 |
We learn no other but the confident tyrant
Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
Our setting down before 't.
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16 |
Macbeth
[V, 6] |
Malcolm |
2417 |
Now near enough: your leafy screens throw down.
And show like those you are. You, worthy uncle,
Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son,
Lead our first battle: worthy Macduff and we
Shall take upon 's what else remains to do,
According to our order.
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