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will all great neptune’s ocean
wash this blood clean from my hand
a little water
clears us of this deed
is a tale, told by an idiot
full of sound and fury, signifying nothing
Thou wouldst be great
Art thou without ambition,
but without the illness should attend it
vaulting ambition
which o’erleaps itself and falls on th’ other
to be thus
is nothing but to be safely thus
what’s done cannot be undone.
To bed, to bed, to bed.
false face must
hide what false heart doth know.
with an untitled
tyrant.
there’s daggers
in men’s smiles
I am in blood, stepped in so far that,
should i wade no more returning were as tedious as go o’er.
Here’s the smell of blood still,
all the perfumes at Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
I have thee not,
and yet see thee still.
The power of man for none of woman born
shall harm macbeth
the wood
began to move
