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• I bear a charmed life. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc. 8
• Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc. 8...
• And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense
  That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope....
• I drink to the general joy o' the whole table. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc.
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• All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc.
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• I gin to be aweary of the sun. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc. 5
• Out, damned spot! out, I say! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc. 1