The Commonwealth Of Athens Is Become A

Let Me Be Boiled To Death With Melancholy.

When I Was At Home I Was In A Better Place

I'll Speak In A Monstrous Little Voice.

Our Holy Lives Must Win A New World's Crown.

Still It Cried ‘sleep No More!’ To All The House: ‘glamis Hath Murder’d Sleep, And Therefore Cawdor Shall Sleep No More,—macbeth Shall Sleep No More!