Updated: 2/22/2021

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  • all hail macbeth, that shalt be king herafter
  • the prince of Cumberland! this is a step on which i must not fall down
  • The raven himself is hoarse. That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan. Under my battlements
  • Will all Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?
  • Macbeth shall never vanquished be until Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill Shall come against him
  • As I did stand my watch upon the hill,I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought,The wood began to move.
  • Of all men else I have avoided thee:But get thee back; my soul is too much chargedWith blood of thine already.