Macduff: What Three Things Does Drink Especially

I Pardon Him, As God Shall Pardon Me.

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We Are Not Ourselves When Nature, Being Oppressed, Commands The Mind To Suffer With The Body.

Yet But Three Come One More. Two Of Both Kinds Make Up Four. Ere She Comes Curst And Sad. Cupid Is A Knavish Lad. Thus To Make Poor Females Mad.