Speeches (Lines) for Macduff
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Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed,
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What three things does drink especially provoke? |
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I believe drink gave thee the lie last night. |
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Is thy master stirring?
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Is the king stirring, worthy thane? |
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He did command me to call timely on him:
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I know this is a joyful trouble to you;
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I'll make so bold to call,
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O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart
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Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
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Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
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O gentle lady,
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Your royal father 's murder'd. |
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Wherefore did you so? |
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Look to the lady. |
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And so do I. |
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Why, see you not? |
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Those that Macbeth hath slain. |
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They were suborn'd:
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He is already named, and gone to Scone
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Carried to Colmekill,
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No, cousin, I'll to Fife. |
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Well, may you see things well done there: adieu!
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Let us rather
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I am not treacherous. |
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I have lost my hopes. |
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27 |
Bleed, bleed, poor country!
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What should he be? |
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Not in the legions
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Boundless intemperance
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This avarice
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O Scotland, Scotland! |
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Fit to govern!
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Such welcome and unwelcome things at once
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35 |
What's the disease he means? |
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See, who comes here? |
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37 |
My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither. |
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38 |
Stands Scotland where it did? |
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O, relation
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40 |
How does my wife? |
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And all my children? |
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42 |
The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? |
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But not a niggard of your speech: how goes't? |
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44 |
What concern they?
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If it be mine,
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Hum! I guess at it. |
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My children too? |
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And I must be from thence!
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He has no children. All my pretty ones?
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I shall do so;
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51 |
O, I could play the woman with mine eyes
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52 |
Let our just censures
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Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,
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54 |
That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face!
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Turn, hell-hound, turn! |
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I have no words:
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Despair thy charm;
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58 |
Then yield thee, coward,
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Hail, king! for so thou art: behold, where stands
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