Now o'er the one half-world        
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse        
The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates        
Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder,        
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,        
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace,        
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, toward his design        
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,        
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear        
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,        
And take the present horror from the time,        
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat he lives:        
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. [A bell rings.]
I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.        
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell        
That summons thee to heaven or to hell. WHOOSH!

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SPACE: THE FINAL FRONTIER. THESE ARE THE VOYAGES OF THE STARSHIP ENTERPRISE, HIS CONTINUING MISSION TO EXPLORE STRANGE NEW WORLDS, TO SEEK OUT NEW LIFE AND NEW CIVILIZATION, TO BOLDLY GO WHERE NO ONE HAS GONE BEFORE. WHOOSH!