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• The weird sisters. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 1
• Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 1...
• A deed without a name. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 1
• How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc.
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• The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go with it.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 1...
• What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 1...
• O, I could play the woman with mine eyes And braggart with my tongue.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
  Open, locks, Whoever knocks! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc....
• I 'll charm the air to give a sound, While you perform your antic round.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 1...