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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 topful 
Of direst cruelty!

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