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There the grown serpent lies; the worm that’s fled Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
The table’s full.
Thou canst not say I did it; never shake Thy gory locks at me.
very painting of your fear; This is the air-drawn dagger which you said Led you to Duncan.
Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mock’ry, hence!
You have displac’d the mirth,
blood will have blood.
How say’st thou, that Macduff denies his person At our great bidding?
Lady M. Here’s the smell of the blood still. All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. O, O, O!

