macbeth
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- how goes the night,boy?
- the moon is down; i have not heard the clock
- and she goes down at 12
- i take't 'tis later,sir.
- hold, take my sword . there's husbandry in heaven; their candles are all out.take thee that too a heavy summons lies like lead upon me, yet i would not sleep. merciful powers, restrain in me, the cursed thoughts that nature gives way to in repose. give me my sword.who's there?
- a friend.
- what, sir, not yet at rest? the kings abed. he hath been in unusual pleasure, and sent fourth great largess to your offices. the diamond he greets your wife withal by the name of most kind hostess, and shut up in measureless content
- being unprepared, our will became the servant to defect; which else should free have wrought
- all's well. i dreamt last night of the three weird sisters. to you
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