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Macduff |
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Who are you |
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Once you were loyal |
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Once you were true |
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Run to England |
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To stand against me |
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I will burn your castle |
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I will slay, your family |
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How can I be loyal |
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To a murderer that stole the crown |
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How can I be loyal |
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To a tvrant |
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That takes my country down [Ref:] |
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We'll take revenge for all the lives you stole - |
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Macbeth The sins you did in the end you'll fall - |
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Macbeth We'll take revenge and put you down, in the end we'll seize the crown |
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I'll take revenge for all the lives you stole - |
| [3] |
Macbeth |
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Macduff Look and see |
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Here are the bloody corpses of your family |
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Burried dead |
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In a nameless grave |
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My lust for blood |
| [4] |
Will make me safe |
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I've cried a thousand tears |
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In the shadows of the lonely night |
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As the tears run dry |
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You tyrant |
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I know that |
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I must fight [Gentlewoman:]</i> |
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Lo you, here she comes. |
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This is her very guise, and, upon my life, fast asleep. |
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Observe her. |
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Stand close. [Doctor:]</i> |
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You see her eyes are open. [Gentlewoman:]</i> |
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Ay, but their sense are shut. [Doctor:]</i> |
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What is it she does now? |
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Look how she rubs her hands. [Gentlewoman:]</i> |
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It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her hands. |
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I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour. [Lady Macbeth:]</i> |
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Yet here's a spot. |
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Out, damned spot; out, |
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I say. Hell is murky. |
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Fie, my lord, fie, a soldier and afeard? |
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What need we fear who knows it when none can call our power to account? |
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Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? ... |
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Macduff the |
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Thane of Fife had a wife. |
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Where is she now? |
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What, will these hands ne'er be clean? |
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No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that. |
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No more [Doctor:]</i> |
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What a sigh is there! |
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The heart is sorely charged. [Gentlewoman:]</i> |
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I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole body. [Lady Macbeth:]</i> |
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Wash your hands, put on your nightgown, look not so pale. |
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I tell you yet again, |
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Banquo's buried. |
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He cannot come out on 's grave. |
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To bed, to bed. |
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There's a knocking at the gate. |
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Come, give me your hand. |
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What's done cannot be undone. |
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To bed, to bed, to bed. |