IV

Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee!

Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold!

Thou hast no speculation in those eyes

Which thou dost glare with! Hence, horrible shadow!

Unreal mockery hence!

Macbeth

Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold! Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with! Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery hence!

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