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Out, damned stain! Out, I tell you! One o'clock, two o'clock. Well, then, its time to do it. Hell is dark. Shame, my lord, shame-you call yourself a soldier, and yet you're afraid? Why should we who know about it be afraid, when we'll be too powerful to be brought to justice? Still, who would have thought the old man would have so much blood in him?
Did you hear that?
Geese, you villain? Go stick pins in your face and hide your fear in blood, you cowardly boy.
There are ten thousand- Soldiers, sir
What is that noise? What was that crying about? She should have died at another time. There would have been a better moment for such news.
It is women crying, my good lord. The Queen is dead, my lord.
Farewell. If we can find the tyrant's army tonight, let us be beaten if we don't put up a fight.
Make all our trumpets speak; give breath to those noisy announcers of blood and death
Worthy Siward, will lead our first battalion. Worthy Macduff and I shall undertake whatever else remains.
You were born to a women. I smile at swords, and laugh scornfully at any weapons wielded by a man who was born to a women.
Tell you that Macduff was prematurely ripped from his mother's womb. Hail, King! Hail King of Scotland!
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