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Macbeth: "I conjure you, by that which you profess (Howe'er you come to know it): answer me. Though you untie the winds, and let them fight against the churches; though the yesty waves Confound and swallow navigation up; Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down; Though castles topple on their warders' heads; Though palaces and pyramids do slope their heads to their foundations; though ...
