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| All's well. I dreamnt last night of the three weird sisters, to you they have show'd some truth. | |
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| Well, good repose the while! | |
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| Thanks, sir, the like to you! | |
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| Is that a dagger which I see before me, the handle toward my hand? | |
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| Calm down, my lord. It's just me, the castle butcher. | |
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