Repeated

• ‘w/tarquins ravishing strides , towards his design’
• ‘Vaulting ambition which o’erleaps itself and falls on th’other’
• ‘I have no words; my voice is my sword’
• ‘Instruments of darkness’
• ‘What i am truely//is thine and my poor counties , to command,
• ‘A little water clears us of this deed’
• ‘ I heard a voice cry ‘sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep’
• ‘Make thick my blood, stop up th‘access, and passage to remorse’
• ’ I dreamed of the three wierd sisters last night ‘