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17 Cards in this Set
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- 3rd side (hint)
F I F, A F I F, |
Fair is foul, and foul is fair, |
I.i.12 |
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F B M - W H D T N - / D F, W H B S, / W S W B E, / L V M C O H P |
For brave Macbeth - well he deserves that name - / Disdaining Fortune, with his brandish'd steel, / Which smok'd with bloody execution, / Like Valour's minion carved out his passage |
I.ii.16-19 |
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W D Y S A S T F / T T D S S F? |
Why do you start and seem to fear / Things that do sound so fair? |
I.iii.49/50 |
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O, T W U T O H, / T I O D T U T; |
Oftentimes, to win us to our harm, / The instruments of darkness tell us truths; |
I.iii.123/4 |
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M T, W M Y I B F, / S S M S S O M |
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, / Shakes so my single state of man |
I.iii.148/9 |
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S, H Y F, / L N L S M B A D D, |
Stars, hide your fires, / Let not light see my black and deep desires, |
I.iv.50/1 |
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C, T N, / A P T I T D S O H, / T M K K S N T W I M, / N H P T T B O T D, / T C, 'H, H.' |
Come, thick night, / And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, / That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, / Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, / To cry, 'Hold, hold.' |
I.v.49-54 |
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I H N S / T P T S O M I, B O / V A W O I |
I have no spur / To prick the sides of my intent, but only / Vaulting ambition which o'erleaps itself |
I.vii.25-27 |
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I H G S A K / H T T T L T B T M M: / I W, W I W S I M F, / H P M N F H B G / A D T B O, |
I have given suck and know / How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: / I would, while it was smiling in my face, / Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums / And dash'd the brains out, |
I.vii.54-58 |
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A T N, F V, S / T F A T S? O A T B / A D O T M, A F C, / P F T H-O B? |
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible / To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but / A dagger of the mind, a false creation, / Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? |
II.i.36-9 |
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'G H M S', A T C / S S N M: M S S N M. |
'Glamis hath murder'd sleep', and therefore Cawdor / Shall sleep no more: Macbeth shall sleep no more. |
II.ii.45/6 |
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M H W R / T M S I, |
My hands will rather / The multitudinous seas incarnadine, |
II.ii.64/5 |
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O H, H, H, / T N H C C, N N T. |
Oh horror, horror, horror, / Tongue nor heart cannot conceive, nor name thee. |
II.iii.59/60 |
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'T S, T E E O. |
'Tis said, they eat each other. |
II.iv.18 |
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E W W E O M I F, A S / I T A O T T D / T S U N. |
Ere we will eat our meals in fear, and sleep / In the affliction of these terrible dreams / That shake us nightly. |
III.ii.17-19 |
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C, S N, / S U T T E O P D / A W T B A I H / C A T T P T G B / W K M P. |
Come, seeling night, / Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day / And with thy bloody and invisible hand / Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond / Which keeps me pale. |
III.ii.46-50 |
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T, A T, A T / C I T P P F D T D / T T L S O R T; / A A O Y H L F / T W T D D. O, O, B C, / L B A W S, A P P / T S A F H H U T S / A T I H N M. I I A T / T B A I, F O S A F / S N. |
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow / Creeps in this petty pace from day to day / To the last syllable of recorded time; / And all our yesterdays have lighted fools / The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle / Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player / That struts and frets his hour upon the stage / And then is heard no more. It is a tale / Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury / Signifying nothing. |
V.v.18-27 |