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Fair is foul, and foul is fair;
Hover through the fog and filthy air. Witches
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Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts! unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe, top-full
Of direst cruelty; make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it! Come to my woman's
breasts, And take my milk for gall.
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee;
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,When Macbeth heard the news of the death of his wife he's saying that life is so meaningless at the end"Out, damned spot! Out, I say!- One, two. Why, then, 'tis time to do 't. Hell is murky!-Fie, my lord, fie! A soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?-_Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him.Lady Machbeth is sleep walking while having nightmares about the king Duncan. She's feeling guilt of what she has done that she's hallucinating blood on her hands that's not going awayBy the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.While the witches are making soup they felt a sting on her thumbs that someone evil is visiting themBe bloody, bold, and resolute. Laugh to scorn The power of man, for none of woman born Shall harm Macbeth.no man can harm Macbeth, because every man is born of woman.Whither should I fly? I have done no harm. But I remember NOW I am in this earthly world, where to do harm Is often laudable, to do good sometime Accounted dangerous folly. Why then, alas, Do I put up that womanly defense To say I have done no harm?He's saying why he should run away when he hasn't done anything wrong he's saying that doing evil is often praises and doing good is sometimes dangerous.He has killed me, mother. Run away, I pray you.Macduff son is saying that they killed him and telling his mother to run away