Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand?

That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold:
What hath quenched them hath given me fire.

Is this a dagger which I see before me$$$
The handle toward my hand? Come$$$ let me clutch thee:
I have thee not$$$ and yet I see thee still.

If it were done when 'tis done$$$ then 'twere well
It were done quickly.

Fair is foul$$$ and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.

We that are young
Shall never see so much$$$ nor live so long.

Why should a dog$$$ a horse$$$ a rat have life$$$
And thou no breath at all?

When thou dost ask me blessing$$$ I'll kneel down
And ask of thee forgiveness.

Men must endure
Their going hence$$$ even as their coming hither.

When we are born$$$ we cry that we are come
To this great stage of fools.