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...thane of Cawdor — If good, why do I yield to that suggestion. Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? It will be said, that the same " horrid suggestion " presents itself spontaneously to her, on the...

...these are no good symptoms. Why do I yield to that suggestion, Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings ; My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,...

...thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,...

...thane of Cawdor. If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings. My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,...

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...of Cawdor — If good, why do I yield to that suggestion, AV hose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? It will be said, that the same " horrid suggestion" presents itself spontaneously to her, on the...