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Act 5, Scenes 1-8

Quotes Act 5, Scenes 1-8

Here’s the smell of blood still. All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. 

Out, out, brief candle!

As I did stand my watch upon the hill
I looked toward Birnam, and anon methought
The wood began to move

Macduff was from his mother’s womb
Untimely ripped

Behold where stands
Th’usurpers cursed head