MACBETH QUOTES:

Fair is fowl and fowl is fair fair is
if you can look back into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow, and which will not, speak if you can look
the instruments of darkness tell us truths the instruments
there’s no art to find the mind’s construction in the face there’s no art
stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires stars hide
come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here come you spirits
look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under’t look like the
have pluck’d my nipple from his boneless gums, and dash’d the brains out have plucked my
is this a dagger which i see before me, the handle toward my hand is this a dagger
i am in blood steep’d in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o’er i am in blood
double, double toil and trouble; fire burn and cauldron bubble double double
angels are bright still, though the brightest fell angels are bright
like a giant’s robe upon a dwarfish thief like a giant’s
i have supp’s full with horrors; direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts cannot once start me i have supps full

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