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ANGUS Now does he feel
His secret murders sticking on his hands.
Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach.
Those he commands move only in command,
Nothing in love. Now does he feel his title
Hang loose about him, like a giant’s robe
Upon a dwarfish thief.
— 19 hours, 34 min ago
His secret murders sticking on his hands.
Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach.
Those he commands move only in command,
Nothing in love. Now does he feel his title
Hang loose about him, like a giant’s robe
Upon a dwarfish thief.
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Lucky
is on page 208 of 272
MACBETH
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield
To one of woman born.
MACDUFF
Despair thy charm,
And let the angel whom thou still hast served
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripped.
— 19 hours, 15 min ago
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield
To one of woman born.
MACDUFF
Despair thy charm,
And let the angel whom thou still hast served
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripped.
Lucky
is on page 206 of 272
МАСВЕТH
My name's Macbeth
YOUNG SEYWARD
The Devil himself could not pronounce a title
More hateful to mine ear.
— 19 hours, 20 min ago
My name's Macbeth
YOUNG SEYWARD
The Devil himself could not pronounce a title
More hateful to mine ear.
Lucky
is on page 192 of 272
MALCOLM
Be this the whetstone of your sword, let grief Convert to anger: blunt not the heart, enrage it.
— 20 hours, 4 min ago
Be this the whetstone of your sword, let grief Convert to anger: blunt not the heart, enrage it.
Lucky
is on page 183 of 272
MACDUFF
I am not treacherous.
MALCOLM
But Macbeth is.
A good and virtuous nature may recoil
In an imperial charge.
— 20 hours, 31 min ago
I am not treacherous.
MALCOLM
But Macbeth is.
A good and virtuous nature may recoil
In an imperial charge.
Lucky
is on page 180 of 272
LADY MACDUFF
Every one that does so is a traitor and must be hanged.
SON
And must they all be hanged that swear and lie?
LADY MACDUFF
Every one.
SON
Who must hang them?
LADY MACDUFF
Why, the honest men.
SON
Then the liars and swearers are fools, for there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men and hang up them.
— 20 hours, 53 min ago
Every one that does so is a traitor and must be hanged.
SON
And must they all be hanged that swear and lie?
LADY MACDUFF
Every one.
SON
Who must hang them?
LADY MACDUFF
Why, the honest men.
SON
Then the liars and swearers are fools, for there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men and hang up them.
Lucky
is on page 178 of 272
LADY MACDUFF
His flight was madness. When our actions do not,
Our fears do make us traitors.
— 20 hours, 59 min ago
His flight was madness. When our actions do not,
Our fears do make us traitors.
Lucky
is on page 162 of 272
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear:
And you all know, security
Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
— Jan 15, 2026 07:37AM
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear:
And you all know, security
Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
Lucky
is on page 149 of 272
Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless ecstasy.
— Jan 14, 2026 03:46PM
Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless ecstasy.
Lucky
is on page 148 of 272
’Tis safer to be that which we destroy
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
— Jan 14, 2026 03:41PM
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
Lucky
is on page 144 of 272
MACBETH
There is none but he
Whose being I do fear; and under him
My genius is rebuked,
He chid the sisters
When first they put the name of king upon me
And bade them speak to him. Then, prophet-like,
They hailed him father to a line of kings.
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown
And put a barren scepter in my grip,
Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand,
No son of mine succeeding.
— Jan 14, 2026 09:27AM
There is none but he
Whose being I do fear; and under him
My genius is rebuked,
He chid the sisters
When first they put the name of king upon me
And bade them speak to him. Then, prophet-like,
They hailed him father to a line of kings.
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown
And put a barren scepter in my grip,
Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand,
No son of mine succeeding.
