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MacDuff has left his house open to doom by my sinister hands |
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My men and |
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I will make short work of it |
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Icy hand of death tight round his neck, the whole world crumbles down |
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A loser in life this madness will end. |
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Tonight. [MacBeth] |
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When MacDuff's eyes grasp what |
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I've taken from him he will cower in pain |
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Then I'll crush his heart as it cries in my hands [Macduff] |
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MacBeth will pay for what he has done. |
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Malcolm, I ask your help |
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Ten thousand troops shall storm |
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Dunsinane |
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Icy hand of death tight round his neck, the whole world crumbles down |
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A loser in life this madness will end. |
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Tonight. Icy hand of death tight round his neck, the whole world crumbles down |
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A loser in life this madness will end. |
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Tonight. [Macduff] |
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MacBeth will rue the day that he dealt with a man such as |
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I Dunsinane shall fall as |
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I take his head |
