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| Enter MACBETH,
DOCTOR, and attendants |
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| MACBETH, a DOCTOR,
and attendants enter. |
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| | MACBETH |
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Bring me no more reports. Let them fly all. |
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Till Birnam Wood remove to Dunsinane |
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I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? |
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Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know |
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All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus: |
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“Fear not, Macbeth. No man that's born of
woman |
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Shall e'er have power upon thee.” Then fly,
false thanes, |
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And mingle with the English epicures. |
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The mind I sway by and the heart I bear |
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Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear. |
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| MACBETH |
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Don't bring me any more reports. I don't care if
all the thanes desert me. Until Birnam Wood gets up and moves to
Dunsinane, I won't be affected by fear. What's the
boy Malcolm? Wasn't he born from a woman? The spirits that
know the future have told me this: “Don't be
afraid, Macbeth. No man born from a woman will ever defeat
you.” So get out of here, disloyal thanes, and join the
weak and decadent English! My mind and courage will never falter
with doubt or shake with fear. |
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The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon! |
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Where got'st thou that goose look? |
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May the devil turn you black, you white-faced fool! Why do you
look like a frightened goose? |
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| | SERVANT |
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There is ten thousand— |
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| SERVANT |
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There are ten thousand— |
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| MACBETH |
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Geese, you idiot? |
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| | SERVANT |
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Soldiers, sir. |
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| | MACBETH |
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Go, prick thy face and over-red thy fear, |
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Thou lily-livered boy. What soldiers, patch? |
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Death of thy soul! Those linen cheeks of thine |
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Are counselors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? |
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| MACBETH |
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Go pinch your cheeks and bring some color back into your face, you
cowardly boy. What soldiers, fool? Curse you! That pale face of
yours will frighten the others as well. What soldiers,
milk-face? |
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| | SERVANT |
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The English force, so please you. |
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| SERVANT |
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The English army, sir. |
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| | MACBETH |
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Take thy face hence. |
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| MACBETH |
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Get out of my sight. |
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