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And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature. Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.
— Macbeth, Act I Scene 3
KEYWORD: impatient
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'Tis very true; thou didst it excellent.
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Why, no; for she hath broke the lute to me.
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Go, girl, I cannot blame thee now to weep,
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