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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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Macbeth
[III, 1] |
Banquo |
1030 |
As far, my lord, as will fill up the time
'Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better,
I must become a borrower of the night
For a dark hour or twain.
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2 |
Macbeth
[III, 2] |
Macbeth |
1184 |
We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it:
She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice
Remains in danger of her former tooth.
But let the frame of things disjoint, both the
worlds suffer,
Ere we will eat our meal in fear and sleep
In the affliction of these terrible dreams
That shake us nightly: better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave;
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well;
Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,
Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
Can touch him further.
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3 |
Macbeth
[III, 4] |
Macbeth |
1289 |
'Tis better thee without than he within.
Is he dispatch'd?
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4 |
Macbeth
[III, 4] |
Lennox |
1421 |
Good night; and better health
Attend his majesty!
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5 |
Macbeth
[IV, 3] |
Malcolm |
1910 |
I grant him bloody,
Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,
Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin
That has a name: but there's no bottom, none,
In my voluptuousness: your wives, your daughters,
Your matrons and your maids, could not fill up
The cistern of my lust, and my desire
All continent impediments would o'erbear
That did oppose my will: better Macbeth
Than such an one to reign.
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6 |
Macbeth
[IV, 3] |
Malcolm |
2061 |
Be't their comfort
We are coming thither: gracious England hath
Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men;
An older and a better soldier none
That Christendom gives out.
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7 |
Macbeth
[V, 8] |
Macbeth |
2473 |
Why should I play the Roman fool, and die
On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes
Do better upon them.
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8 |
Macbeth
[V, 8] |
Macbeth |
2495 |
Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
For it hath cow'd my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
That palter with us in a double sense;
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee.
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