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Macbeth

Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time,
Ere human statute purged the gentle weal.
Ay, and since too, murders have been performed,
Too terrible for the ear. The times have been,
That, when the brains were out, the man would die —
And there an end. But now they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools. This is more strange
Than such a murder is.

Lady Macbeth

Macbeth

Lords

[Re-enter ghost of Banquo]

Macbeth

Lady Macbeth

Macbeth

[Ghost of Banquo vanishes]

Lady Macbeth

Macbeth

Ross

Lady Macbeth

Lennox

Lady Macbeth

[Exit all but Macbeth and Lady Macbeth]

Macbeth

Lady Macbeth

Macbeth

Lady Macbeth

Macbeth

Lady Macbeth

Macbeth

[Exit]

Macbeth

                                                                    What man dare, I dare:    
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The armed rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger;
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble — or be alive again,
And dare me to the desert with thy sword.

Macbeth

                                                         Can such things be,
And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
Without our special wonder? You make me strange
Even to the disposition that I owe,
When now I think you can behold such sights,
And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
When mine is blanched with fear.

Macbeth

It will have blood. They say, blood will have blood.
Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak;
Augurs and understood relations have
By maggot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth
The secret'st man of blood. What is the night?
Here is your husband, like a mildewed ear 
Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?
Could you, on this fair mountain, leave to feed
And batten on this moor? Ha! Have you eyes?    
You cannot call it love, for at your age 
The heyday in the blood is tame. It's humble
And waits upon the judgment, and what judgment
Would step from this to this? What devil was't
That thus has cozened you at hoodman-blind?    

Hamlet

Not this by no means that I bid you do:
Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed,    
Pinch wanton on your cheek, call you his mouse,
And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses
Or paddling in your neck with his damned fingers,
Make you to ravel all this matter out —
That I essentially am not in madness,
But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know, 
For who that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise,
Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib,
Such dear concernings hide? Who would do so?
Here is your husband, like a mildewed ear 
Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?
Could you, on this fair mountain, leave to feed
And batten on this moor? Ha! Have you eyes?    
You cannot call it love, for at your age 
The heyday in the blood is tame. It's humble
And waits upon the judgment, and what judgment
Would step from this to this? What devil was't
That thus has cozened you at hoodman-blind?    
Here is your husband, like a mildewed ear 
Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?
Could you, on this fair mountain, leave to feed
And batten on this moor? Ha! Have you eyes?    
You cannot call it love, for at your age 
The heyday in the blood is tame. It's humble
And waits upon the judgment, and what judgment
Would step from this to this? What devil was't
That thus has cozened you at hoodman-blind?    
Oh shame, where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, 
If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,
To flaming youth, let virtue be as wax
And melt in her own fire. Proclaim no shame    
When the compulsive ardor gives the charge,
Since frost itself as actively does burn,
And reason pardons will.

Gertrude

Hamlet

Gertrude

Hamlet

Gertrude

[Enter Ghost.]

Hamlet   

[Seeing the Ghost]

Gertrude   

Hamlet

Ghost

[The ghost gestures toward Gertrude]

Hamlet   

Gertrude   

Hamlet

Gertrude   

Hamlet   

Gertrude

Hamlet   

Gertrude   

Hamlet

[Exit Ghost.]

Gertrude

Hamlet   

Gertrude

Hamlet

[Pointing to Polonius' body]
[Pointing to dead Polonius]

Gertrude

Hamlet

Gertrude

Hamlet

Gertrude

Hamlet 

[Pointing to Polonius' body] 
[Exit Hamlet, dragging Polonius.]

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