Out, damned spot! out, I say!—One: two: why,
Then, ’tis time to do’t.—Hell is murky!—Fie, my
Lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we
Fear who knows it, when none can call our power to
Account?—Yet who would have thought the old man
To have had so much blood in him. – Lady Macbeth (to recite while washing hands)

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