:rofl1:
Out, dam__ned spot! out, I say! One... two... why
then, 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky! Fie, my
lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we
fear who knows it, when none can call our power
to account? Yet who would have thought the old
man to have had so much blood in him?
The thane of Fife had a wife... where is she now?
What, will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o'
that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with
this starting.
(Love it)