00:00By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.
00:28Plums thou art, and cordle, and shalt be what thou art promised.
00:36On my head be placed a fruitless crown.
00:46I will not be afraid of death and bane.
00:50Till Burnham Forest come to Dunsinane.
00:53All hail Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter.
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