Fair is foul, and foul is fair.

Act I, sc. 1.

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There’s no art
To find the mind’s construction in the face

If it were done, when ’tis done, then ’twere well it were done quickly.

What’s done cannot be undone.

She should have died hereafter- there would have been time for such a thing.

I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself, and falls on the other.