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• There 's husbandry in heaven; Their candles are all out.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 1...
• Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Now o'er the one half-world Nature seems dead. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Shut up In measureless content. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 1
• Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 1...
• Infirm of purpose! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 2
• 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....
• The weird sisters. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 1