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When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
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1st Witch
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Fair is foul and foul is fair.
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Witches
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So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
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Macbeth
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A drum, a drum! Macbeth doth come.
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3rd Witch
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If you can look into the seeds of time And say which grain will grow and which will not, Speak, then, to me...
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Banquo
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Who do you dress me in borrowed robes?
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Macbeth
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And oftentimes, to win us to our hoar, The intruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's in deepest consequence.
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Banquo
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Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings.
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Macbeth
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Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
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Macbeth
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Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it.
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Malcolm
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Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.
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Macbeth
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Yet do I fea thy nature; It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness.
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Lady Macbeth
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Make thick my blood.
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Lady Macbeth
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O never shall sun that morrow see!
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Lady Macbeth
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Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters.
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Lady Macbeth
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