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Letting “I dare not” wait upon “I would,” Like the poor cat i’ the adage.

I, vii, l. 44

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If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We’d jump the life to come.

I, vii, l. 1

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This even-handed justice.

I, vii, l. 10

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Duncan: This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. Banquo: This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve By his lov’d mansionry that the heaven’s breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle: Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ’d The air is delicate.

I, vi, l. 1

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Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under ’t.

I, v, l. 66

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters.

I, v, l. 63

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Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, “Hold, hold!”

I, v, l. 54

The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts! unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top full Of direst cruelty; make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it! Come to my woman’s breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers.

I, v, l. 38

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promis’d. Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o’ the milk of human kindness 49 To catch the nearest way.

I, v, l. 16

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There’s no art To find the mind’s construction in the face: He was a gentleman on whom I built An absolute trust.

I, iv, l. 11

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