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Macbeth
[I, 1] |
Third Witch |
6 |
That will be ere the set of sun.
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2 |
Macbeth
[I, 2] |
Duncan |
18 |
What bloody man is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.
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3 |
Macbeth
[I, 2] |
Malcolm |
21 |
This is the sergeant
Who like a good and hardy soldier fought
'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil
As thou didst leave it.
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4 |
Macbeth
[I, 2] |
Sergeant |
26 |
Doubtful it stood;
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together
And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald—
Worthy to be a rebel, for to that
The multiplying villanies of nature
Do swarm upon him—from the western isles
Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;
And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak:
For brave Macbeth—well he deserves that name—
Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
Which smoked with bloody execution,
Like valour's minion carved out his passage
Till he faced the slave;
Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.
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5 |
Macbeth
[I, 2] |
Sergeant |
44 |
As whence the sun 'gins his reflection
Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break,
So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come
Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark:
No sooner justice had with valour arm'd
Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels,
But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage,
With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men
Began a fresh assault.
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6 |
Macbeth
[I, 2] |
Duncan |
64 |
So well thy words become thee as thy wounds;
They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons.
[Exit Sergeant, attended]
Who comes here?
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7 |
Macbeth
[I, 2] |
Malcolm |
69 |
The worthy thane of Ross.
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8 |
Macbeth
[I, 2] |
Ross |
74 |
From Fife, great king;
Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky
And fan our people cold. Norway himself,
With terrible numbers,
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict;
Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,
Confronted him with self-comparisons,
Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm.
Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude,
The victory fell on us.
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9 |
Macbeth
[I, 2] |
Ross |
86 |
That now
Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition:
Nor would we deign him burial of his men
Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch
Ten thousand dollars to our general use.
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10 |
Macbeth
[I, 2] |
Duncan |
91 |
No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death,
And with his former title greet Macbeth.
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11 |
Macbeth
[I, 3] |
All |
131 |
The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,
Thus do go about, about:
Thrice to thine and thrice to mine
And thrice again, to make up nine.
Peace! the charm's wound up.
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12 |
Macbeth
[I, 3] |
First Witch |
149 |
All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!
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13 |
Macbeth
[I, 3] |
Second Witch |
150 |
All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!
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14 |
Macbeth
[I, 3] |
Banquo |
152 |
Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear
Things that do sound so fair? I' the name of truth,
Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner
You greet with present grace and great prediction
Of noble having and of royal hope,
That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not.
If you can look into the seeds of time,
And say which grain will grow and which will not,
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear
Your favours nor your hate.
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15 |
Macbeth
[I, 3] |
Macbeth |
171 |
Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
By Sinel's death I know I am thane of Glamis;
But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives,
A prosperous gentleman; and to be king
Stands not within the prospect of belief,
No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence
You owe this strange intelligence? or why
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you.
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16 |
Macbeth
[I, 3] |
Banquo |
181 |
The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd?
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17 |
Macbeth
[I, 3] |
Macbeth |
190 |
And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?
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18 |
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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19 |
Macbeth
[I, 3] |
Ross |
209 |
And, for an earnest of a greater honour,
He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:
In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!
For it is thine.
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20 |
Macbeth
[I, 3] |
Macbeth |
214 |
The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me
In borrow'd robes?
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