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Answer
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Act 1 Scene 1
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thunder, lightning, or in rain
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Act 1 Scene 1
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Fair is foul, and foul is fair, Hover through the fog and filthy air.
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Act 1 Scene 2
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he unseamed him from the nave to th'chaps
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Act 1 Scene 2
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with his former title greet Macbeth
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Act 1 Scene 3
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Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme.
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Act 1 Scene 3
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my seated heart knock at my ribs
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Act 1 Scene 3
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The interim having weighed it, let us speak Our free hearts each to other
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Act 1 Scene 4
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Let not light see my black and deep desires
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Act 1 Scene 5
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It is too full o'th'milk of human kindness
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Act 1 Scene 5
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I may pour my spirits in thine ear
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Act 1 Scene 5
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The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
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Act 1 Scene 5
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unsex me here
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Act 1 Scene 5
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look like th'innocent flower, But be the serpent under't
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Act 1 Scene 6
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This castle hath a pleasant seat
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Act 1 Scene 7
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He's here in double trust
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Act 1 Scene 7
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Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye
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Act 1 Scene 7
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Vaulting ambition which o'erleaps itself
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Act 1 Scene 7
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Have plucked the nipple from his boneless gums And dashed the brains out
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Act 1 Scene 7
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I am settled and bend up
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Act 2 Scene 1
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A friend
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Act 2 Scene 1
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I think not of them
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Act 2 Scene 1
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If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, It shall make honour for you
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Act 2 Scene 1
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Is this a dagger which I see before me
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Act 2 Scene 1
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A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
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Act 2 Scene 1
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And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood
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Act 2 Scene 1
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it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
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Act 2 Scene 2
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'Amen' Stuck in my throat
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Act 2 Scene 2
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Macbeth does murder sleep
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Act 2 Scene 2
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Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand?
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Act 2 Scene 2
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A little water clears us of this deed.
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Act 2 Scene 3
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O horror, horror, horror,
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Act 2 Scene 3
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silver skin laced with golden blood
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Act 2 Scene 3
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his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature
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Act 3 Scene 1
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I fear Thou played'st most foully for't
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Act 3 Scene 1
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cruel parricide
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Act 3 Scene 1
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To be thus is nothing, But to be safely thus
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Act 3 Scene 1
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sweep him from my sight
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Act 3 Scene 1
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Banquo, thy soul's flight, if it find heaven, must find it out tonight.
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Act 3 Scene 2
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We have scorched the snake , not killed it
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Act 3 Scene 2
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O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
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Act 3 Scene 2
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Good things of day begin to droop and drowse
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Act 3 Scene 3
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It will be rain tonight
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Act 3 Scene 4
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Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold
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Act 3 Scene 4
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You have displaced the mirth
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Act 3 Scene 4
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Stepped in so far that I should wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er
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Act 3 Scene 4
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Which must be acted ere they may be scanned.
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Act 3 Scene 4
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We are yet but young in deed.
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Act 4 Scene 1
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none of woman born Shall harm Macbeth
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Act 4 Scene 1
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damned all those that trust them
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Act 4 Scene 1
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give to th'edge o'th'sword
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Act 4 Scene 3
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This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues
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Act 4 Scene 3
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black Macbeth
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Act 4 Scene 3
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all my pretty chickens and their dam
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Act 4 Scene 3
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Macbeth Is ripe for shaking
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Act 5 Scene 1
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Out, damned spot!
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Act 5 Scene 1
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who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?
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Act 5 Scene 1
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all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand
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Act 5 Scene 3
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I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked!
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Act 5 Scene 5
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She should have died hereafter
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Act 5 Scene 5
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Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
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Act 5 Scene 5
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Out, out, brief candle
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Act 5 Scene 5
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At least we'll die with harness on our back.
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Act 5 Scene 8
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Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripped.
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Act 5 Scene 9
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this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen
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