The raven himself is hoarse that croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan under my battlements. Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, and fill me to the crown to the toe top-full of direst cruelty; make thick my blood, and stop up th'access and passage to remorse that no compunctious visitings of nature may shake me from my fell
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Macbeth
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I Detest That Play
WEre Just Finished It In English Literature
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"We? Fail? But screw your courage to the sticking-place, and we shall not fail"
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genius!
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