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Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,
And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
No son of mine succeeding.
— Macbeth, Act III Scene 1
KEYWORD: liberties
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Could you not have told him
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Get you hence instantly, and tell those friends,
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You are at point to lose your liberties:
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