The Tragedy of Macbeth
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Come, thick night, pall thee
in the dunnest smoke of hell...

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... that my keen knife
see not the wound it makes...

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... nor heaven peep through
the dark to cry, "Hold!"

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Fair and noble hostess,
we are your guest tonight.

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Your servant ever.
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Give me your hand.
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Conduct me to mine host.
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We love him highly and shall
continue our graces towards him.


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