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• Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc.
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• Though I am not splenitive and rash, Yet have I something in me dangerous.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act i, Sc. 1...
• My fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in '
  I have supp'd full with horrors. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc. 5...
• So so" is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is no
  it is but so so. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? -- 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...
• Out, damned spot! out, I say! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc. 1
• Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc. 8...