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~It seems that I am still obsessed with this play. ~
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Turn, hellhound, turn!
Of all men else I have avoided thee. But get thee back. My soul is too much charged with the blood of thine already.
I have no words; my voice is in my sword, thou bloodier villain than terms can give thee out.
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I will not yield to kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet and to be baited with the rabble's curse. Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane and thou opposed, being of no woman born, yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, and damned be him that first cries "Hold! Enough!"
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Description
~It seems that I am still obsessed with this play. ~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Turn, hellhound, turn!
Of all men else I have avoided thee. But get thee back. My soul is too much charged with the blood of thine already.
I have no words; my voice is in my sword, thou bloodier villain than terms can give thee out.
. . .
I will not yield to kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet and to be baited with the rabble's curse. Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane and thou opposed, being of no woman born, yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, and damned be him that first cries "Hold! Enough!"
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