Lady Macbeth
- Created by: Christopherrr
- Created on: 06-05-19 14:46
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- LADY MACBETH
- 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 from the crown to the toe top-full of direst cruelty.
- O, never shall sun that morrow see!
- Look like th’ innocent flower, but be the serpent under ‘t.
- To beguile the time, look like the time.
- But screw your courage to the sticking-place, and we’ll not fail.
- Out, damned spot; out, I say.
- Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him.
- I may pour my spirits in thine ear and chastise with the valor of my tongue
- Hell is murky.
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