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I have done the deed. When I sleep I hear voices. Methought I heard a voice cry, 'Sleep no more: Macbeth does murder sleep'. I am afraid to think what I have done. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from me? To know my deed, 'twere best not to know my self.
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