Marcucci- Macbeth Act 2, Scene 1
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- Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?
- Mine eyes are made fools o' the other senses, or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, and on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood
- Nature seems dead, and wicked celebrates Pal Hecates offerings, and wither'd murder
- thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design moves like a ghost.
- Thou sure and firm-set earth, hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear thy very stones prate of my whereabout
- Whiles I threat, he lives: words heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
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