macbeth quotes 3

What thou wouldst highly,
That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win.
 

Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme.
 

Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry, 'Hold, hold!'
 

This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses.

 

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