Shakespare Speeches

The speech where MacB makes his mind up:

And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubins, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind.

Destroy: Anything with nuncle in it. Search: Anything with norange in it.