1:43:06
Bring me no more reports.
Let them fly. All!
1:43:11
Till Birnam Wood remove to Dunsinane
I cannot taint with fear.
1:43:17
What's the boy, Malcolm?
Was he not born of woman?
1:43:39
The spirits that know all mortal
consequences pronounced me thus:
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"Fear not. No man that's born of woman
shall e'er have power upon thee."
1:43:50
Then fly, false thanes...
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...and mingle
with the English epicures!
1:44:27
Our country sinks beneath the yoke.
It weeps, it bleeds.
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And each new day
a gash is added to her wounds.
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Each new morn new widows howl,
new orphans cry.
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New sorrows strike heaven
on the face...
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...that it resounds as if
it felt with Scotland.
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Who comes here?