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Macb. What Is The Night? L. Macb. Almost At Odds With Morning, Which Is Which.
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Macb. What is the night?
L. Macb. Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth
-- Act iii, Sc. 4
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