You owe this strange intelligence? or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you. [Witches vanish. Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them.
Shakespeare's Tragedy of Macbeth: As Produced by Edwin Booth - Sida vii
efter William Shakespeare - 1868 - 80 sidor
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