English Macbeth

interments of darkness tis often strange, and oftentimes, to win us to our harms, the instruments of darkness tell us truths; win us with honest trifles, to betray’s in deepest consequence.
unsex Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here and fill me from the crown to the toe top full of direst cruelty
the worst means to the weird sisters. more shall they speak. for now I am bent to know by the worst means, the worst; for mine own good
milk yet I do fear thy nature, it is too full of the milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way
the illness art not without ambition, but without the illness should attend attend it
wade I am in blood stepp’d in so far that should I wade no more, returning were as tedious as go o’er
vaulting I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition which overlaps itself and falls on th’other
brave all’s too weak, for brave Macbeth
brandish’d steel with his brandish’d steel. which smoke’d with bloody execution, like vapours minion
unseam’d till he unseam’d him from the the nave to the chaps and fix’d his head upon our battlements
Neptune will all great Neptune’s oceans wash this blood clean from my hand? no
sleep still it cried, ‘sleep no more’ to all the house;’Gloms hath murder’d sleep
knocking wake Duncan with thy knocking: I would thou couldst
equivocator much drink may be said to an equivocator with lechery
walking shadow out, out, brief candle, life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more
signifying nothing it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury signifying nothing
tomorrow she should have died hereafter; there would have been a time for such a word. tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time

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