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Thy are marrowless, thy blood is cold:
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dosl glare with.

Es alta su osadía, ya ese indomable temple de su espíritu junta cordura tal que guía su valor a obrar en salvo.

LADY MACBETH
Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valor
As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem’st the ornament of life
And live a coward in thine own esteem,
Letting “I dare not” wait upon “I would,”
Like the poor cat i’ th’ adage?

LADY MACBETH
Come, you spirits
That tend od thota houghts unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe, top-full
Of direst cruelty.

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be
What thou art promised; yet do I fear thy nature,
It is too full o'th' milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way.
Thou wouldst be great,
Art not without ambition, but without
The illness should attend it.

Stars hide your fires,
Let not light see my black and deep desires,
The eye wink at the hand—yet let that be
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.

Act V, Scene I: the "sleepwalking" scene! Fantastic! 💀💤