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LADY MACBETH
My hands are of your color, but I shame
To wear a heart so white.

LADY MACBETH
That which hath made them drunk hath made me
bold.
What hath quenched them hath given me fire.
Hark!—Peace.

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.

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray’s
In deepest consequence.—

FIRST WITCH
All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!
SECOND WITCH
All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!
THIRD WITCH
All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter!

What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair,
Hover through the fog and filthy air.