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...nature Shake my fell purpofe, nor keep peace between Th' effect, and it. Come to my woman's breads, And take my milk for gall, you murth'ring minifters...nature's mifchief. — Come, thick night ! And pall theein thedunneft fmoakof hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heav'n peep through...

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...gall, you murd'ring minifters ! Where-ever in your fightlefs fubftances Yon wait on nature's mifehief. Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunneft fmoak...That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes, Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark• To cry, HoU, bold! Enter Macbeth. Great Glamis ! worthy...

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...woman's brcafis, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring minifters ! Whtre-ever in your fightlcfs fubftances You wait on nature's mifchief. Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunneft fmoke of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket...

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...minifters! Where-ever in your fightlefs iubltnnces You wait on nature's mifchief. — Come, thick night 1 And pall thee in the dunneft fmoak of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the daik, To cry, hold, hold ! Enter Macbeth. Great Glames ! worthy...

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