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Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!
Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.
Be bloody, bold, and resolute. Laugh to scorn the power of man, for none of women born shall harm Macbeth
Then live, Macduff; what need I fear of thee? But yet I'll make assurance double sure And take a bond of fate. Thou shalt not live, that I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies, And sleep in spite of thunder.
Thou losest; As easy mayst thou intrenchant air with thy keen sword impress as make me bleed. Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmed life, which must not yield to one of woman born.
I have no words; My voice is in my sword, thou bloodier Villan than terms can give thee out
Despair thy charm, and let the angel whom thou still hast served tell thee Macduff was from his mother's womb untimely ripped.
Accursed be that tongue tells me so, for it hath cowed my better part of man! And be these juggling fiends no more believed that palter with us in a double sense, that keep the word of promise to ear and break it to our hope. I'll not fight thee.
I will not yield to kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet and to be baited with the rabble's curse. Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane and thou opposed, being of no woman born, yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, and damned be him that first cries "Hold! Enough!"
Then yield thee, coward, and live to be the show and gaze o' th' time. we'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, painted upon a pole, and underwrit "Here may you see the tyrant."
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