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Row 1, Col 1 This skeptical character says, “If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not." Banquo

1,2 I had thought to have let in some of all professions, that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. [My head aches] Drunken Porter

1,3 I must become a borrower of the night For a dark hour or twain.,, [I picked a bad day to go For a ride] Banquo

1,4 I'll make assurance double sure, And take a bond of fate [watch out Thane of Fife] Macbeth

2,1 "Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings." Macbeth

2,2 The attempt and not the deed Confounds us [He needs to man up!] Lady Macbeth

2,3 Ere the bat hath flown His cloistered flight, ere, to black Hecate's summons The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note. Macbeth

2,4 He loves us not; He wants the natural touch. Lady Macduff

3,1 Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, Lady Macbeth

3,2 There's husbandry in heaven; Their candles are all out. [my nightmares are keeping Me awake] Banquo

3,3 Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. We Are but young in deed. Macbeth

3,4 What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop? Macduff

4,1 This castle has a pleasant seat Duncan

4,2 Now o'er the one half-world Nature seems dead. And pale dreams abuse the Curtained sleep Macbeth

4,3 Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! [I sound a lot like another mean Character] Macbeth

4,4 Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn The power of man, Apparition #2

5,1 And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye [so I probably need to rethink this] Macbeth

5,2 Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence The life o' the building [I’m sort of a traitor] Macduff

5,3 Things without all remedy Should be without regard; what's done is done. Lady Macbeth

5,4 Angels are bright Though the brightest Fell (therefore I don’t trust you) Malcolm