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By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
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macbeth
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William Shakespeare |
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I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none
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man
macbeth
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William Shakespeare |
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All causes shall give way: I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
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shakespeare
halfway
wade
macbeth
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William Shakespeare |
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The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.
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tragedy
play
william-shakespeare
macbeth
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William Shakespeare |
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I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other.
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shakespeare
macbeth
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William Shakespeare |
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What, you egg?
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macbeth
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William Shakespeare |
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My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heart so white.
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murder
lady-macbeth
innocence
shame
macbeth
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William Shakespeare |
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It was sort of like , thought Fat Charlie, an hour later; in fact, if the witches in had been four little old ladies and if, instead of stirring cauldrons and intoning dread incantations, they had just welcomed Macbeth in and fed him turkey and rice and peas spread out on white china plates on a red-and-white patterned plastic tablecloth -- not to mention sweet potato pudding and spice cabbage -- and encouraged him to take second helpings, and thirds, and then, when Macbeth had declaimed that nay, he was stuffed nigh unto bursting and on his oath could truly eat no more, the witches had pressed upon him their own special island rice pudding and a large slice of Mrs. Bustamonte's famous pineapple upside-down cake, it would have been exactly like .
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macbeth
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