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• Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc.
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• By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
  Open, locks, Whoever knocks! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc....
• Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?
  Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still....
• The bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 1...
• Poor deer," quoth he, "thou makest a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act ii, Sc. 1...
• Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc.
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• Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merry Wives of Windsor -- Act ii, Sc.
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• So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance, To mend it, or be rid on 't.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger,-- Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc. 4...