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Welcome to America’s Favorite Game Show. Name that Quote. With Your Host. Gruach Macbeth. Let the Game Begin!.
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When shall we three met again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Fair is foul, and foul is fair, Hover through the fog and filthy air
Till he unseamed him from the nave to th’ chops, And fixed his head upon our battlements
Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here
I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums And dashed the brains out
No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadnine
If a man were porter of hell-gate He would have old turning the key