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ere hast thou been, sister? Killing swine. Sister, where thou? A sailor’s wife had chestnuts in her lap And munched and munched and munched. “Give me,” quoth I. “Aroint thee, witch,” the rump-fed runnion cries

done

Who did strike out the light?

Banquo and Fleance, with a torch

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he illness should attend it.

The eye wink at the hand, yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. True, worthy Banquo. He is full so valiant, And in his commendations I am fed:

Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.

But treasons capital, confessed and proved, Have overthrown him

thine.

ting

Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!

Witches vanish

Lesser than Macbeth and greater. Not so happy, yet much happier. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none. So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!

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Good sir, why do you start and seem to fear Things that do sound so fair?

beards

So withered, and so wild in their attire,

How far is ’t called to Forres?

And thrice again, to make up nine. Peace, the charm’s wound up

The Weïrd Sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about, Thrice to thine and thrice to mine

A drum, a drum! Macbeth doth come

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I come, Graymalkin. Paddock calls. Anon.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair; Hover through the fog and filthy air.7

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particular on it. They wouldn’t feed us unkoshered meat.

ood is excellent!

Afghanis, they all come here on asylum, taking the government’s money, sitting cozy

Do you think trailer-trash Bob and his Podunk wife know the difference

“my own space.”

American girls can’t get along with the mother-in-law. Clash of Civilizations. Can’t move back to the house due to conflict of interests

Ami, you know I find nice girls all the time.

mother of three, college sophomore, Yankees fan, lawyer, brother, bond trader, weekend magician, practical joker, sister, philanthropist, middle son, dog lover, janitor, only child, entrepreneur, waitress, grandfather of fourteen, registered nurse, ac- countant, intern, jazz saxophonist, doting uncle, army reservist, late-night poet, sister, window washer. Scrabble player, volunteer fireman, father, father, elevator repairman, wine aficionado, office manager, secretary, cook, financier, executive vice president, bird watcher, father, dishwasher, Vietnam veteran, new mother, avid reader, only child, com- petitive chess player, soccer coach, brother, analyst, maitre d', black belt, CEO, bridge partner, architect, plumber, public relations executive, father, artist in residence, urban planner, newlywed, investment banker, chef, electrical engineer, new father who had a cold that morning and thought about calling in sickActA€A ! and then one day I saw it,

M y eyes had opened and I was alone, ter-ribly alon e i n a worl d withou t God , withou t man .

Why couldn't he have avoided Idek's wrath

h e like d children . Immediatel y afte r ou r arrival , h ehad brea d brough t fo r them , som e soup an d margarine. (In fact ,this affectio n wa s no t entirely altruistic ; ther e existe d her e a veri -table traffi c o f children amon g homosexuals , I learne d later.

"It doesn' t hurt. "

T h e word "chimney " her e wa s no t an abstraction ;it floate d i n th e air , mingle d wit h th e smoke . I t was, perhaps , th eonly wor d tha t ha d a rea l meanin g i n thi s place .

Wha t wa s ther e t o than kHim for

Familie s woul d no t b e separated .Only the youn g would wor k i n th e factories . Th e ol d an d th e sic kwould fin d wor k i n th e fields

t wa s onl y afte r th e wa r tha t I foun d ou t wh o ha d knocke dthat night. I t was a n inspecto r of the Hungaria n police , a friend o fmy father's . Befor e we entere d th e ghetto , h e ha d tol d us , "Don' tworry. I'l l warn you if there is danger." Ha d he been able to speakto u s tha t night , w e migh t stil l hav e bee n abl e t o flee...But b ythe tim e w e succeede d i n openin g th e window , i t wa s to o late .There was nobod y outsid

"The yellow star? So what? It's not l e t h a l ... "(Poor Father! O f what then did you die? )But ne w edict s wer e alread y bein g issued . W e n o longer ha dthe right to frequent restaurants or cafes, t o travel b y rail, t o attendsynagogue, t o be on the streets after six o'clock in the evening.Then cam e th e ghettos

Th’ expense of spirit in a waste of shameIs lust in action; and, till action, lustIs perjured, murd’rous, bloody, full of blame,Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;Enjoyed no sooner but despisèd straight;Past reason hunted, and no sooner had,Past reason hated as a swallowed baitOn purpose laid to make the taker mad.Mad in pursuit and in possession so;Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;A bliss in proof and proved a very woe;Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.All this the world well knows, yet none knows wellTo shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.

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