English Macbeth ACT 1

Fair is foul, and foul is fair: All three witch’s
For brave Macbeth,— well he deserves that name,— Sergent
Till he unseam’d him from the nave to the chaps, And fixed his head upon our battlements. Sergent
O valiant cousin! Worthy gentleman! Duncan
Go pronounce his present death, and with his formal title greet Macbeth. Duncan
Sleep shall neither night nor day hang soon his peny-house lid; he shall live a man forbid. First Witch
So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Macbeth
Upon her skinny lips: you should be women, and yet your beards forbid me to interpret that you are so. Banquo
My noble partner you greet with present grace and great prediction of noble having and of total hope, that he seems rapt withal. Banquo
Stay you imperfect speakers, tell me more:Speak I charge you. Macbeth
Your children shall be king. And Thane of Cawdor too; went it not so? Macbeth
You shall be king Banquo
What! can the devil speak true? Banquo
Why do you dress me in borrowed robes? Macbeth
Do you not hope your children shall be kings, Macbeth
But ’tis strange: and oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the instuments of darkness tell us truths, win us with honest trifles, to betray’s in deepest consequence Banquo
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion whose horrid image with unfit my hair and make my seated heart knock at my ribs against the use of nature? Present fears are less than horrible imaginings; my thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Macbeth
If chance will have me king, why chance may crown me, without my stir. Macbeth
There’s no art to find the mind’s construction in the face: he was a gentleman on whom I build an absolute trust. Duncan
There if I grow, the harvest is your own Banquo
Our eldest, Malcom, whom we name hereafter The Prince of Cumberland; which honour must not unaccompanied invest him only, but signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine on all deservers Duncan
The rest is labour, which is not us’d for you: I’ll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful the hearing of my wife with your approach; so, humbly take my leave Macbeth
The Prince of Cumberland! That is a step on which I must fall down, or else o’er-leap, for in my way it lies. Macbeth
Stars hide your fires! Let not light see my black and deep desiers; the eye wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. Macbeth
Glamis thou art, and cawdor; and shall be what thou art promised. Yet I do fear they nature; it is too full o’ the milk of human kindness Lady Macbeth
The raven himself is hoarse. That croak the fatal entrance of Duncan Lady Macbeth
Come you spirts that tend on mortal thoughts! Unsex me here, and fill me from the crown to toe too full of direst crulety; make my thick my blood, stop up the access and passage to remorse. Lady Macbeth
Come to my women’s breasts, and take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, wherever in your sightsless substances you wait on nature’s mischief! Come, thick night, and pall ghee in the dumbest smoke of hell, that my keen knife see not the wound it makes, nor the heavens keep through the blaket of the dark, to cry, “Hold, hold!” Lady Macbeth
Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under’tLeave all the rest to me. Lady Macbeth
This castle hath a pleasant seat;Fair and noble hostest Duncan
That we but teach bloody instuctions, which, being taught, return to plague the inventor; Macbeth
Besides, this Duncan hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been so clear in his great office, that his virtues will plead like angles trumpet-toungu’d againistthe deepdamnation of his takin-off; Macbeth
I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which o’er-leaps itself and falls on the other. Macbeth
Was the hope drunk, wherein you dress’d your self? Hath it slept since,Such I account thy love a feard to be the same in thine own act and valour as thou art in desire? Lady Macbeth
I have given suck, and know how tender ’tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, have pluck’d my nipple from his boneless gums, and dash’d the brains out, had I sworn as you have done to this. Lady Macbeth
When Duncan is asleep, whereto the rather shall his day’s be hard journey…, his two chamberlains will I with wine and wassail so convince that memory, the warder of the brain, shall be a fume Lady Macbeth
Their drenched natures lie, as in a death, what cannot you and I perform upon the ungauded Duncan? His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt of our great quell? Lady Macbeth
Will it not be reciev’d when we have mark’d with blood those sleepy two of his own chamber and us’d their very daggers, that hey have done’t? Lady Macbeth
I am settled, and bend up Macbeth
False face must hide what the false heart with know. Macbeth

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