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As Macbeth wonders if he should kill Duncan.
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| Is this a dagger i see before me, The handle toward my hand?Come, let me clutch thee I have thee not, and yet i see thee still. A dagger of the mind. a false creation. | |
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| I go, and it is done. The bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell. | |
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| That which hath made them drunk, hathj made me bold;What hath quenched them,hathg given me fire. I have drugged their possets, the death and nature do contend about them,Whether theylive, or die. | |
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