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Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.

      — Romeo and Juliet, Act I Scene 4

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1

Macbeth
[I, 3]

Banquo

213

What, can the devil speak true?

2

Macbeth
[I, 4]

Duncan

338

True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant,
And in his commendations I am fed;
It is a banquet to me. Let's after him,
Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome:
It is a peerless kinsman.

3

Macbeth
[I, 5]

Messenger

381

So please you, it is true: our thane is coming:
One of my fellows had the speed of him,
Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more
Than would make up his message.

4

Macbeth
[III, 1]

First Murderer

1134

[with Second Murderer] True, my lord.

5

Macbeth
[III, 4]

Lady Macbeth

1347

O proper stuff!
This is the very painting of your fear:
This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said,
Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts,
Impostors to true fear, would well become
A woman's story at a winter's fire,
Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself!
Why do you make such faces? When all's done,
You look but on a stool.

6

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?

7

Macbeth
[IV, 3]

Macduff

2041

O, relation
Too nice, and yet too true!

8

Macbeth
[V, 4]

Macduff

2342

Let our just censures
Attend the true event, and put we on
Industrious soldiership.

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