Character: Macbeth

As soon as it lags behind the will,
To catch up anymore.

Sorrow for the irrevocable barren.
What happened, it happened.

Yes, you list the number of people
As hounds, mongrels, mosek, half-breeds,
Greyhounds cops and tops, all in a crowd
Name dogs. But painting prices
Them divides into nimble, meek, smart,
Guard, hunting, properties,
Rich nature has given them,
So there is each the rank, though in General the differences between them are not;
That's the same with people.

Become is little.
Need to be durable.

Who can be at once smart, insane,
Calm, furious, loyal and evasive?
No.

Nice work - the healer fatigue.

We days days whisper: "Tomorrow, tomorrow".
So quiet steps life creeps
To the last unfinished page.
It turns out that all of yesterday
We are back to light the way to the grave.
The end of the end, the candle burnt out!
(So in each case. Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
And the days crawl, and that's really in the book of life
We read the last syllable and see
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way
To dusty death. Donlevy, brief candle!)
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!

Why, like a Roman madman
Ending with him throwing himself on the sword?
While alive I see, better will
To kill them.

You're in the Cup of poison is poured, and justice
Brings the poison to your lips.

In order to achieve something, you need to pay a high price. It's not enough. A willingness to lose something expensive.

This supernatural call
Neither angry nor kind. When he's angry, why
He immediately sent me a guarantee of success
And commencing in a truth: I am Thane of Cawdor.
When he is good, why from the terrible dreams
On her head stirred the hair
And heart striking a rib,
In spite of the nature? The real fear
Not as intimidating as the delusions of imagination.
My dream, where the rose the murder of a Ghost
The peace of the soul is violated, all the forces
Idle, and dreams overshadowed
The whole world around.

If chance will have me King, why, chance may crown me
Without my stir.
Time I judgment the crown, then let destiny
Me crowns, without my help.

All started badly growing evil.

They run the clock and in the worst storm.