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DUNCAN. O worthiest cousin,
The sin of my ingratitude even now
Was heavy on me. Thou art so far before
That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved,
That the proportion both of thanks and payment
Might have been mine! Only I have left to say,
More is thy due than more than all can pay. (Shakespeare 1.4.18-24

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"DUNCAN
No more that Thane of Cawdor shall decieve
Our bosom interest. Go, pronounce his present death,
And with his former title greet Macbeth.
ROSS
I'll see it done.
DUNCAN
What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won." (Shakespeare 1.3. 73-78).

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LENNOX. Here is a place reserved, sir.

MACBETH. Where?

LENNOX. Here, my good lord. What is ’t that moves your Highness?

MACBETH. Which of you have done this?

LORDS What, my good lord?

MACBETH, (to the Ghost)
Thou canst not say I did it. Never shake
Thy gory locks at me. (Shakespeare 3.4.55-62

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"MESSENGER
As I did stand my watch upon the hill,
I looked toward Birnam, and anon methought
The wood began to move.
MACBETH
Liar and slave!" (Shakespeare 5.5. 37-40).

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Macbeth was once a courageous man, but was brought to his downfall by his paranoia. 

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Macbeth was once a courageous man, but was brought to his downfall by his paranoia. 

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CAPTAIN. “And Fortune, on his damnèd quarrel smiling,
Showed like a rebel’s whore. But all’s too weak;
For brave Macbeth (well he deserves that name),
Disdaining Fortune, with his brandished steel,
Which smoked with bloody execution,
Like Valor’s minion, carved out his passage
Till he faced the slave;
Which ne’er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
Till he unseamed him from the nave to th’ chops,
And fixed his head upon our battlements” (Shakespeare 1.1.16-25)

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MACBETH. “The castle of Macduff I will surprise,

Seize upon Fife, give to th’ edge o’ th’ sword

His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls

That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool;

This deed I’ll do before this purpose cool.

But no more sights!—Where are these gentlemen?

Come bring me where they are” (Shakespeare 4.1.171-176).