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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, 3] |
Banquo |
139 |
How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these
So wither'd and so wild in their attire,
That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught
That man may question? You seem to understand me,
By each at once her chappy finger laying
Upon her skinny lips: you should be women,
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so.
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2 |
Macbeth
[III, 4] |
Lady Macbeth |
1417 |
I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse;
Question enrages him. At once, good night:
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.
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3 |
Macbeth
[IV, 1] |
Second Witch |
1549 |
Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.
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4 |
Macbeth
[IV, 2] |
Ross |
1770 |
I am so much a fool, should I stay longer,
It would be my disgrace and your discomfort:
I take my leave at once.
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5 |
Macbeth
[IV, 3] |
Malcolm |
1851 |
What I believe I'll wail,
What know believe, and what I can redress,
As I shall find the time to friend, I will.
What you have spoke, it may be so perchance.
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,
Was once thought honest: you have loved him well.
He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young;
but something
You may deserve of him through me, and wisdom
To offer up a weak poor innocent lamb
To appease an angry god.
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6 |
Macbeth
[IV, 3] |
Macduff |
1997 |
Such welcome and unwelcome things at once
'Tis hard to reconcile.
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7 |
Macbeth
[IV, 3] |
Ross |
2031 |
Alas, poor country!
Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot
Be call'd our mother, but our grave; where nothing,
But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile;
Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air
Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems
A modern ecstasy; the dead man's knell
Is there scarce ask'd for who; and good men's lives
Expire before the flowers in their caps,
Dying or ere they sicken.
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8 |
Macbeth
[V, 1] |
Doctor |
2135 |
A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once
the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of
watching! In this slumbery agitation, besides her
walking and other actual performances, what, at any
time, have you heard her say?
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9 |
Macbeth
[V, 5] |
Macbeth |
2364 |
I have almost forgot the taste of fears;
The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors;
Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts
Cannot once start me.
[Re-enter SEYTON]
Wherefore was that cry?
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10 |
Macbeth
[V, 8] |
Malcolm |
2550 |
We shall not spend a large expense of time
Before we reckon with your several loves,
And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen,
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
In such an honour named. What's more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,
As calling home our exiled friends abroad
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny;
Producing forth the cruel ministers
Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen,
Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands
Took off her life; this, and what needful else
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
We will perform in measure, time and place:
So, thanks to all at once and to each one,
Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone.
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