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"I have almost forgot the taste of fears:/ The time has been, my senses would have cooled/ To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair/ Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir/ As life were in 't. I have supped full with horrors./ Direness, familiar to my slaughterhouse of thoughts,/ Cannot once start me" (5.5.9-15).

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"There's daggers in men's smiles; the near in blood"(2.3.142).

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“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day…And all our yesterdays have lighted fools, The way to dusty death, Out, out, brief candle!” (5.1. 19-22)

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"'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak: / The repetition, in a woman's ear" (2.3.85-86)

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"You should be women, and yet your beards forbid me to interpret that you are so" (1.3.46-48)

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"look like th' innocent flower / But be the serpent under't" (1, 5, 65-66).

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"So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you: Let your remembrance apply to Banquo; Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue ..." (3.2.29-31 )

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"Out, damned spot! Out, I say1 One: two: why, then 'tis time to do 't" (5.1.32-33).

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"And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full/ Of direst cruelty! Make thick my blood" (1.5.42-43)

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“Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood / Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather / The multitudinous seas in incarnadine, / Making the green one red.”
— Act 2, Scene 2

Macbeth is going insane after his crimes

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What beast was ’t, then,

That made you break this enterprise to me?

When you durst do it, then you were a man;

And to be more than what you were, you would

Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place

Did then adhere, and yet you would make both.

They have made themselves, and that their fitness

now

Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know

How tender ’tis to love the babe that milks me.

I would, while it was smiling in my face,

Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums

And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn as you

Have done to this.

1.7.47-60

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"False face must hide what the false heart doth know"(1.7.83).

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"Come, you spirits/ that tend to moral thoughts, unsex me here..." (1.5.40-41)

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Metaphor "I have lived long enough. My way of life is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf" (5.3.22-23)

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"O, full of scorpions is my mind" (III, ii, 36).