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• O, monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act ii, Sc. 4...
• Shut up In measureless content. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 1
• There 's husbandry in heaven; Their candles are all out.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 1...
• Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence The life o' the building!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 3...
• Infirm of purpose! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 2
• How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc.
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• Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 5...
• The weird sisters. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 1