Why do I yield to that suggestion, whose _____ image doth unfix my hair and make my seated _____ knock at my ribs?, Stars, hide your _____! Let not light see my _____ and deep desires., I do fear thy nature, it is too full o'th'____ of human ________ to catch the nearest way., Look like th'innocent ______, but be the _______ under't., Like _______ minion carv'd out his passage... he _______ him from the ____ to th' ____, Come _____ night, and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, that my ____ knife see not the wound it makes', I would, while it was smiling in my face, have pluck'd my nipple from his ________ gums and _____ the ______ out, Will all great _______ ocean wash this _____ clean from my ____?, A _____ water clears us of this ____., Wake ______ with thy knocking, I would thou couldst., For ______ issue have I fil'd my mind; for them, the gracious ______ have I murder'd., Out, ______ spot! Out, I say!, Here's the smell of the blood still; all the _______ of ______ will not sweeten this little ____., ____ is ____, and ____ is ____, All ____, Macbeth, that shalt be ____ hereafter!, If ______ will have me king, why chance may ______ me without my stir., Is this a ______ which I see before me, the ______ toward my hand?, Upon my head they plac'd a ________ crown and put a ______ sceptre in my gripe', Come ____ into the list, and champion me to th'utterance., Come you _______ that tend on ______ thoughts, unsex me here and fill me from the _____ to the toe topfull of direst _______, Come to my woman's breasts and take my ____ for ____., When you durst do it, then you were a ___, Methought I heard a voice cry, 'Sleep no more: Macbeth does ______ _____., O, full of _________ is my ____, dear wife!, This ______, whose sole name blisters our tongues, was once thought ______, You lack the season of all natures, _____., Here lay Duncan, his ______ skin lac'd with his ______ blood, and his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature., Duncan's horses... turn'd ____ in nature., Life's but a walking shadow, a poor ______ that struts and frets his hour upon the _____ and then is heard no more., Art thou but a dagger of the ____, a false creation, proceeding from the ____-oppressed brain?.

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