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Macbeth
:
Who
can
be
wise
,
amazed
,
temperate
and
furious
,
Loyal
and
neutral
,
in
a
moment
?
No
man
:
The
expedition
my
violent
love
Outrun
the
pauser
,
reason
.
Here
lay
Duncan
,
His
silver
skin
laced
with
his
golden
blood
;
And
his
gash
'd
stabs
look
'd
like
a
breach
in
nature
For
ruin
's
wasteful
entrance
:
there
,
the
murderers
,
Steep
'd
in
the
colours
of
their
trade
,
their
daggers
Unmannerly
breech
'd
with
gore
:
who
could
refrain
,
That
had
a
heart
to
love
,
and
in
that
heart
