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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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the character name is "Poet."
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Macbeth
[I, 4] |
Duncan |
338 |
True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant,
And in his commendations I am fed;
It is a banquet to me. Let's after him,
Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome:
It is a peerless kinsman.
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2 |
Macbeth
[II, 2] |
Lady Macbeth |
692 |
These deeds must not be thought
After these ways; so, it will make us mad.
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3 |
Macbeth
[III, 2] |
Macbeth |
1184 |
We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it:
She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice
Remains in danger of her former tooth.
But let the frame of things disjoint, both the
worlds suffer,
Ere we will eat our meal in fear and sleep
In the affliction of these terrible dreams
That shake us nightly: better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave;
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well;
Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,
Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
Can touch him further.
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4 |
Macbeth
[V, 1] |
Gentlewoman |
2140 |
That, sir, which I will not report after her.
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5 |
Macbeth
[V, 1] |
Doctor |
2194 |
Foul whisperings are abroad: unnatural deeds
Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds
To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets:
More needs she the divine than the physician.
God, God forgive us all! Look after her;
Remove from her the means of all annoyance,
And still keep eyes upon her. So, good night:
My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight.
I think, but dare not speak.
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6 |
Macbeth
[V, 3] |
Macbeth |
2315 |
Bring it after me.
I will not be afraid of death and bane,
Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.
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