Emo MacBeth
Created on: November 6th, 2005
Emo MacBeth
Poor MacBeth.

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March 19th, 2006
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I'm reading The Beth in class and it rocks. This YTMND totally reflects everything about it. "Is this a dagger I see before me?" EMO'd!
January 6th, 2007
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Is this a dagger which I see before me, the handle toward my hand? Come let me clutch thee. I have thee not, in yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision sensible to feeling as to site. Or art thou but a dagger of the mind, a false creation, proceeding from the heat-oppressEd brain. I see thee yet, in form as palpable as this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going, and such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made fools o'er the other senses, or else worth all the rest.
January 6th, 2007
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I see thee still. And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, which was not so before, there's no such thing. It is the bloody business which informs thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one-half world, nature seems dead and wicked dreams abuse the curtained sleep. Witches celebrate Pale Hecate's offerings and withered murder, alarumed by his sentinal, the wolf, whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design moves like a ghost.
January 6th, 2007
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Thou sure and firmset earth, hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear thy very stones prate of my whereabout and take the present horror of the time, which now suits with it. Whiles I threat he lives, words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. **DING DING*** I go and it is done, the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven or to hell.
January 6th, 2007
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Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time, and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
January 6th, 2007
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^My grade on the dagger scene of the memorization: 99/100 + 10 for saying it early, +20 for saying the tomorrow part after receiving at least an "A" on the dagger part for a total of 129/100. I'm so proud w00t w00t w00t w00t w00t
March 6th, 2008
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Even though it's Hamlet who is the Emo one. Macbeth is just a crazy murderer.