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30 Macbeth [Act I The effect and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering minis- ters, Wherever in your sightless substances so You wait on nature's mischief ! 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!' — Enter Macbeth Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy letters have transported me beyond This ignorant present, and I feel now The future in the instant. Macbeth. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Lady Macbeth. And when goes hence? 6 o Macbeth. To-morrow, as he purposes. Lady Macbeth. O, never Shall sun that morrow see ! Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue ; look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't. He that's coming