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• Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 5...
• Thank me no thanks, nor proud me no prouds. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Romeo and Juliet -- Act iii, Sc.
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• The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act iii, Sc. 6...
• A man of my kidney. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merry Wives of Windsor -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Thou canst not say I did it; never shake Thy gory locks at me.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• Mur. We are men, my liege. Mac. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• I gin to be aweary of the sun. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc. 5
• Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc. 2...