Macbeth act 1 (who said what and what they mean by it)

Fair is foul, and foul is fair,Hover through the fog and filthy air (scene 1) all of the witches & it means that you may judge something but than after examining you may change your opinion, whether it be good or bad
When the hurly-burly’s done, When the battle’s lost and won. (scene 1) We’ll meet when the noise of the battle is over, when one side has won and the other side has lost. – second witch
upon the heath (scene 1) Let’s do it in the open field – second witch
anon (scene 1) ill be right there – third witch
What bloody man is that? He can report,As seemeth by his plight, of the revoltThe newest state. (scene 2) Who is this bloody man? Judging from his appearance, I bet he can tell us the latest news about the revolt. (Duncan talking about the bloody captain)
This is the sergeantWho like a good and hardy soldier fought’Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!Say to the king the knowledge of the broilAs thou didst leave it. (scene 2) This is the brave sergeant who fought to keep me from being captured. Hail, brave friend! Tell the king what was happening in the battle when you left it. (Macbeth answering to Duncan about the bloody captain)
Doubtful it stood,As two spent swimmers that do cling togetherAnd choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald—Worthy to be a rebel, for to thatThe multiplying villanies of natureDo swarm upon him—from the Western IslesOf kerns and gallowglasses is supplied,And fortune, on his damnèd quarrel smiling,Showed like a rebel’s wh*re. But all’s too weak,For brave Macbeth—well he deserves that name—Disdaining fortune, with his brandished steel,Which smoked with bloody execution,Like valor’s minion carved out his passageTill he faced the slave;Which ne’er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,Till he unseamed him from the nave to th’ chops,And fixed his head upon our battlements. For a while you couldn’t tell who would win. The armies were like two exhausted swimmers clinging to each other and struggling in the water, unable to move. The villainous rebel Macdonwald was supported by foot soldiers and horsemen from Ireland and the Hebrides, and Lady Luck was with him, smiling cruelly at his enemies as if she were his wh*re. But Luck and Macdonwald together weren’t strong enough. Brave Macbeth, laughing at Luck, chopped his way through to Macdonwald, who didn’t even have time to say good-bye or shake hands before Macbeth split him open from his navel to his jawbone and stuck his head on our castle walls. (bloody captain)
O valiant cousin! Worthy gentleman! My brave relative! What a worthy man! – Duncan
As whence the sun ‘gins his reflectionShipwracking storms and direful thunders break,So from that spring whence comfort seemed to comeDiscomfort swells. Mark, King of Scotland, mark:No sooner justice had, with valor armed,Compelled these skipping kerns to trust their heels,But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,With furbished arms and new supplies of men,Began a fresh assault. But in the same way that violent storms always come just as spring appears, our success against Macdonwald created new problems for us. Listen to this, King: as soon as we sent those Irish soldiers running for cover, the Norwegian king saw his chance to attack us with fresh troops and shiny weapons. – Bloody captain
Dismayed not this our captains, Macbeth and Banquo? Didn’t this frighten our captains, Macbeth and Banquo? -Duncan
Yes, as sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.If I say sooth, I must report they wereAs cannons overcharged with double cracks,So they doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe.Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,Or memorize another Golgotha,I cannot tell—But I am faint, my gashes cry for help. The new challenge scared them about as much as sparrows frighten eagles, or rabbits frighten a lion. To tell you the truth, they fought the new enemy with twice as much force as before; they were like cannons loaded with double ammunition. Maybe they wanted to take a bath in their enemies’ blood, or make that battlefield as infamous as Golgotha, where Christ was crucified, I don’t know. But I feel weak. My wounds must be tended to. -captain
So well thy words become thee as thy wounds;They smack of honor both. Go get him surgeons. Your words, like your wounds, bring you honor. Take him to the surgeons. – duncan
What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he lookThat seems to speak things strange. His eyes seem frantic! He looks like someone with a strange tale to tell. -Lennox (talking about the thane of ross)
From Fife, great king,Where the Norweyan banners flout the skyAnd fan our people cold.Norway himself, with terrible numbers,Assisted by that most disloyal traitor,The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict,Till that Bellona’s bridegroom, lapped in proof,Confronted him with self-comparisons,Point against point, rebellious arm ‘gainst arm,Curbing his lavish spirit; and to conclude,The victory fell on us. Great king, I’ve come from Fife, where the Norwegian flag flies, mocking our country and frightening our people. Leading an enormous army and assisted by that disloyal traitor, the thane of Cawdor, the king of Norway began a bloody battle. But outfitted in his battle-weathered armor, Macbeth met the Norwegian attacks shot for shot, as if he were the goddess of war’s husband. Finally he broke the enemy’s spirit, and we were victorious. (Thane of ROSS telling where he came from)
That nowSweno, the Norways’ king, craves composition.Nor would we deign him burial of his menTill he disbursed at Saint Colme’s InchTen thousand dollars to our general use. So now Sweno, the Norwegian king, wants a treaty. We told him we wouldn’t even let him bury his men until he retreated to Saint Colme’s Inch and paid us ten thousand dollars. – ross
No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceiveOur bosom interest: go pronounce his present death,And with his former title greet Macbeth. The thane of Cawdor will never again betray me. Go announce that he will be executed, and tell Macbeth that Cawdor’s titles will be given to him. – Duncan
What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won. The thane of Cawdor has lost what the noble Macbeth has won. – duncan
A sailor’s wife had chestnuts in her lap,And munched, and munched, and munched. “Give me,” quoth I.”Aroint thee, witch!” the rump-fed runnion cries.Her husband’s to Aleppo gone, master o’ th’ Tiger;But in a sieve I’ll thither sail,And like a rat without a tail,I’ll do, I’ll do, and I’ll do. (start of scene 3) A sailor’s wife had chestnuts in her lap and munched away at them. “Give me one,” I said. “Get away from me, witch!” the fat woman cried. Her husband has sailed off to Aleppo as master of a ship called the Tiger. I’ll sail there in a kitchen strainer, turn myself into a tailless rat, and do things to him— 1st witch
I myself have all the other,And the very ports they blow,All the quarters that they knowI’ th’ shipman’s card.I’ll drain him dry as hay.Sleep shall neither night nor dayHang upon his penthouse lid.He shall live a man forbid.Weary sev’nnights nine times nineShall he dwindle, peak and pine. Though his bark cannot be lost,Yet it shall be tempest-tossed.Look what I have. I already have control of all the other winds, along with the ports from which they blow and every direction on the sailor’s compass in which they can go. I’ll drain the life out of him. He won’t catch a wink of sleep, either at night or during the day. He will live as a cursed man. For eighty-one weeks he will waste away in agony. Although I can’t make his ship disappear, I can still make his journey miserable. Look what I have here. – first witch
Here I have a pilot’s thumb,Wrecked as homeward he did come. Here I have the thumb of a pilot who was drowned while trying to return home. -first witch
(dancing together in a circle) The weird sisters, hand in hand,Posters of the sea and land,Thus do go about, about,Thrice to thine and thrice to mineAnd thrice again, to make up nine.Peace! The charm’s wound up. (dancing together in a circle) We weird sisters, hand in hand, swift travelers over the sea and land, dance around and around like so. Three times to yours, and three times to mine, and three times again, to add up to nine. Enough! The charm is ready. – all witches when Macbeth comes
So foul and fair a day I have not seen. I have never seen a day that was so good and bad at the same time. – Macbeth to Banquo
What are theseSo withered and so wild in their attire,That look not like th’ inhabitants o’ th’ Earth,And yet are on ‘t?—Live you? Or are you aughtThat man may question? You seem to understand me,By each at once her choppy finger layingUpon her skinny lips. You should be women,And yet your beards forbid me to interpretThat you are so. (he sees the WITCHES) What are these creatures? They’re so withered-looking and crazily dressed. They don’t look like they belong on this planet, but I see them standing here on Earth. (to the WITCHES) Are you alive? Can you answer questions? You seem to understand me, because each of you has put a gruesome finger to her skinny lips. You look like women, but your beards keep me from believing that you really are. – Banquo
Good sir, why do you start and seem to fearThings that do sound so fair? (to the WITCHES) I’ th’ name of truth,Are ye fantastical, or that indeedWhich outwardly ye show? My noble partnerYou greet with present grace and great predictionOf noble having and of royal hope,That he seems rapt withal. To me you speak not.If you can look into the seeds of timeAnd say which grain will grow and which will not,Speak, then, to me, who neither beg nor fearYour favors nor your hate. My dear Macbeth, why do you look so startled and afraid of these nice things they’re saying? (to the WITCHES) Tell me honestly, are you illusions, or are you really what you seem to be? You’ve greeted my noble friend with honors and talk of a future so glorious that you’ve made him speechless. But you don’t say anything to me. If you can see the future and say how things will turn out, tell me. I don’t want your favors and I’m not afraid of your hatred. – Banquo
Lesser than Macbeth and greater. you are lesser than Macbeth but also greater. (the first witch is telling Banquo this)
Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none.So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo! Your descendants will be kings, even though you will not be one. So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo! (3rd witch to Banquo)
Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more.By Sinel’s death I know I am thane of Glamis.But how of Cawdor? The thane of Cawdor lives,A prosperous gentleman, and to be kingStands not within the prospect of belief,No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whenceYou owe this strange intelligence, or whyUpon this blasted heath you stop our wayWith such prophetic greeting. Speak, I charge you. Wait! You only told me part of what I want to know. Stay and tell me more. I already know I am the thane of Glamis because I inherited the position when my father, Sinel, died. But how can you call me the thane of Cawdor? The thane of Cawdor is alive, and he’s a rich and powerful man. And for me to be the king is completely impossible, just as it’s impossible for me to be thane of Cawdor. Tell me where you learned these strange things, and why you stop us at this desolate place with this prophetic greeting? Speak, I command you. -Macbeth to the witches
The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,And these are of them. Whither are they vanished? The earth has bubbles, just like the water, and these creatures must have come from a bubble in the earth. Where did they disappear to? – Banquo
Into the air, and what seemed corporalMelted, as breath into the wind. Would they had stayed. Into thin air. Their bodies melted like breath in the wind. I wish they had stayed! – Macbeth
Were such things here as we do speak about?Or have we eaten on the insane rootThat takes the reason prisoner? Were these things we’re talking about really here? Or are we both on drugs? – Banquo
To the selfsame tune and words. Who’s here? That’s exactly what they said. Who’s this? – Banquo talking with Macbeth about what the witches said
The king hath happily received, Macbeth,The news of thy success, and when he readsThy personal venture in the rebels’ fight,His wonders and his praises do contendWhich should be thine or his. Silenced with that,In viewing o’er the rest o’ the selfsame day,He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make,Strange images of death. As thick as taleCan post with post, and every one did bearThy praises in his kingdom’s great defense,And poured them down before him. The king was happy to hear of your success, Macbeth. Whenever he hears the story of your exploits in the fight against the rebels, he becomes so amazed it makes him speechless. He was also shocked to learn that on the same day you fought the rebels you also fought against the army of Norway, and that you weren’t the least bit afraid of death, even as you killed everyone around you. Messenger after messenger delivered news of your bravery to the king with praise for how you defended his country. – ross
We are sentTo give thee from our royal master thanks,Only to herald thee into his sight,Not pay thee. The king sent us to give you his thanks and to bring you to him. Your real reward won’t come from us. – angus
And, for an earnest of a greater honor,He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:In which addition, hail, most worthy thane,For it is thine. And to give you a taste of what’s in store for you, he told me to call you the thane of Cawdor. So hail, thane of Cawdor! That title belongs to you now. -Ross
The thane of Cawdor lives. Why do you dress meIn borrowed robes? The thane of Cawdor is still alive. Why are you giving me his title? – macbeth
Who was the thane lives yet,But under heavy judgment bears that lifeWhich he deserves to lose. Whether he was combinedWith those of Norway, or did line the rebelWith hidden help and vantage, or that with bothHe labored in his country’s wrack, I know not;But treasons capital, confessed and proved,Have overthrown him. The man who was the thane of Cawdor is still alive, but he’s been sentenced to death, and he deserves to die. I don’t know whether he fought on Norway’s side, or if he secretly aided the rebels, or if he fought with both of our enemies. But his treason, which has been proven, and to which he’s confessed, means he’s finished. – Angus
Glamis, and thane of Cawdor!The greatest is behind. (to ROSS and ANGUS) Thanks for your pains.(aside to BANQUO) Do you not hope your children shall be kings,When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to mePromised no less to them? (to himself) It’s just like they said—now I’m the thane of Glamis and the thane of Cawdor. And the best part of what they predicted is still to come. (to ROSS and ANGUS) Thank you for the news. (speaking so that only BANQUO can hear) Aren’t you beginning to hope your children will be kings? After all, the witches who said I was thane of Cawdor promised them nothing less. – Macbeth
That, trusted home,Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,Besides the thane of Cawdor. But ’tis strange.And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,The instruments of darkness tell us truths,Win us with honest trifles, to betray ‘sIn deepest consequence.(to ROSS and ANGUS) Cousins, a word, I pray you. If you trust what they say, you might be on your way to becoming king, as well as thane of Cawdor. But this whole thing is strange. The agents of evil often tell us part of the truth in order to lead us to our destruction. They earn our trust by telling us the truth about little things, but then they betray us when it will damage us the most. (to ROSS and ANGUS) Gentlemen, I’d like to have a word with you, please. -Banquo
Two truths are told,As happy prologues to the swelling actOf the imperial theme. (to ROSS and ANGUS) I thank you, gentlemen.(aside) This supernatural solicitingCannot be ill, cannot be good. If ill,Why hath it given me earnest of success,Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor.If good, why do I yield to that suggestionWhose horrid image doth unfix my hairAnd make my seated heart knock at my ribs,Against the use of nature? Present fearsAre less than horrible imaginings. My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,And nothing is but what is not. (to himself) So far the witches have told me two things that came true, so it seems like this will culminate in my becoming king. (to ROSS and ANGUS) Thank you, gentlemen. (to himself) This supernatural temptation doesn’t seem like it can be a bad thing, but it can’t be good either. If it’s a bad thing, why was I promised a promotion that turned out to be true? Now I’m the thane of Cawdor, just like they said I would be. But if this is a good thing, why do I find myself thinking about murdering King Duncan, a thought so horrifying that it makes my hair stand on end and my heart pound inside my chest? The dangers that actually threaten me here and now frighten me less than the horrible things I’m imagining. Even though it’s just a fantasy so far, the mere thought of committing murder shakes me up so much that I hardly know who I am anymore. My ability to act is stifled by my thoughts and speculations, and the only things that matter to me are things that don’t really exist.- Macbeth
Look how our partner’s rapt. Look at Macbeth—he’s in a daze – Banquo
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown meWithout my stir. (to himself) If fate wants me to be king, perhaps fate will just make it happen and I won’t have to do anything. – Macbeth
New honors come upon him,Like our strange garments, cleave not to their moldBut with the aid of use. (to ROSS and ANGUS) Macbeth is not used to his new titles. They’re like new clothes: they don’t fit until you break them in over time. – Banquo
Come what come may,Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. (to himself) One way or another, what’s going to happen is going to happen. – Macbeth
Give me your favor. My dull brain was wroughtWith things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your painsAre registered where every day I turnThe leaf to read them. Let us toward the king.(aside to BANQUO) Think upon what hath chanced, and, at more time,The interim having weighed it, let us speakOur free hearts each to other. I beg your pardon; I was distracted. Kind gentlemen, I won’t forget the trouble you’ve taken for me whenever I think of this day. Let’s go to the king. (speaking so that only BANQUO can hear) Think about what happened today, and when we’ve both had time to consider things, let’s talk. – Macbeth
Is execution done on Cawdor? Are notThose in commission yet returned? (start of scene 4) Has the former thane of Cawdor been executed yet? Haven’t the people in charge of that come back? – Duncan
My liege,They are not yet come back. But I have spokeWith one that saw him die, who did reportThat very frankly he confessed his treasons,Implored your highness’ pardon, and set forthA deep repentance. Nothing in his lifeBecame him like the leaving it. He diedAs one that had been studied in his deathTo throw away the dearest thing he owedAs ’twere a careless trifle. My king, they haven’t come back yet. But I spoke with someone who saw Cawdor die, and he said that Cawdor openly confessed his treasons, begged your highness’s forgiveness, and repented deeply. He never did anything in his whole life that looked as good as the way he died. He died like someone who had practiced how to toss away his most cherished possession as if it were a worthless a piece of garbage. – Macbeth
There’s no artTo find the mind’s construction in the face.He was a gentleman on whom I builtAn absolute trust. There’s no way to read a man’s mind by looking at his face. I trusted Cawdor completely. – duncan
(to MACBETH) O worthiest cousin,The sin of my ingratitude even nowWas heavy on me. Thou art so far beforeThat swiftest wing of recompense is slowTo overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved,That the proportion both of thanks and paymentMight have been mine! Only I have left to say,More is thy due than more than all can pay. (to MACBETH) My worthiest kinsman! Just this moment I was feeling guilty for not having thanked you enough. You have done so much for me so fast that it has been impossible to reward you properly. If you deserved less, then perhaps my payment would have matched your deeds! All I can say is that I owe you more than I can ever repay. – Duncan
The service and the loyalty I oweIn doing it pays itself. Your highness’ partIs to receive our duties, and our dutiesAre to your throne and state children and servants,Which do but what they should, by doing everythingSafe toward your love and honor. The opportunity to serve you is its own reward. Your only duty, your highness, is to accept what we owe you. Our duty to you and your state is like the duty of children to their father or servants to their master. By doing everything we can to protect you, we’re only doing what we should. -macbeth
Welcome hither.I have begun to plant thee, and will laborTo make thee full of growing. (to BANQUO) Noble Banquo,That hast no less deserved, nor must be knownNo less to have done so, let me infold theeAnd hold thee to my heart. You are welcome here. By making you thane of Cawdor, I have planted the seeds of a great career for you, and I will make sure they grow. (to BANQUO) Noble Banquo, you deserve no less than Macbeth, and everyone should know it. Let me bring you close to me and give you the benefit of my love and good will. – Duncan
There, if I grow,The harvest is your own. Then if I accomplish anything great, it will be a credit to you – Banquo
My plenteous joys,Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselvesIn drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes,And you whose places are the nearest, knowWe will establish our estate uponOur eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafterThe prince of Cumberland; which honor mustNot unaccompanied invest him only,But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shineOn all deservers. (to MACBETH) From hence to Inverness,And bind us further to you. My joy is so overwhelming it brings tears to my eyes. My sons, relatives, lords, and all those closest to me, I want you to witness that I will bestow my kingdom on my eldest son, Malcolm. Today I name him the prince of Cumberland. But Malcolm isn’t going to be alone in receiving honors—titles of nobility will shine like stars on all of you who deserve them. (to MACBETH) And now, let’s go to your castle at Inverness, where I will become even more obliged to you because of your hospitality. – Duncan
The rest is labor which is not used for you:I’ll be myself the harbinger and make joyfulThe hearing of my wife with your approach.So humbly take my leave. I’m not happy unless I can be working for you. I will go ahead and bring my wife the good news that you are coming. With that, I’ll be off. -Macbeth
(aside) The prince of Cumberland! That is a stepOn which I must fall down, or else o’erleap,For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires;Let not light see my black and deep desires.The eye wink at the hand, yet let that beWhich the eye fears, when it is done, to see. (to himself) Malcolm is now the prince of Cumberland! To become king myself, I’m either going to have to step over him or give up, because he’s in my way. Stars, hide your light so no one can see the terrible desires within me. I won’t let my eye look at what my hand is doing, but in the end I’m still going to do that thing I’d be horrified to see. – Macbeth
True, worthy Banquo. He is full so valiant,And in his commendations I am fed;It is a banquet to me.—Let’s after him,Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome:It is a peerless kinsman. (to BANQUO, in the middle of a conversation we haven’t heard) You’re right, Banquo. Macbeth is every bit as valiant as you say, and I am satisfied with these praises of him. Let’s follow after him, now that he has gone ahead to prepare our welcome. He is a man without equal. – duncan
Thou ‘rt mad to say it.Is not thy master with him, who, were ‘t so,Would have informed for preparation? You must be crazy to say that! Isn’t Macbeth with the king, and wouldn’t Macbeth have told me in advance so I could prepare, if the king were really coming? -Lady macbeth
So please you, it is true: our thane is coming.One of my fellows had the speed of him,Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely moreThan would make up his message. I’m sorry, but it’s the truth. Macbeth is coming. He sent a messenger ahead of him who arrived here so out of breath that he could barely speak his message. -servant
The raven himself is hoarseThat croaks the fatal entrance of DuncanUnder my battlements. Come, you spiritsThat tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,And fill me from the crown to the toe top-fullOf direst cruelty. Make thick my blood.Stop up the access and passage to remorse,That no compunctious visitings of natureShake my fell purpose, nor keep peace betweenThe effect and it! Come to my woman’s breasts,And take my milk for gall, you murd’ring ministers,Wherever in your sightless substancesYou wait on nature’s mischief. Come, thick night,And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the darkTo cry “Hold, hold!” Great Glamis, worthy Cawdor,Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter,Thy letters have transported me beyondThis ignorant present, and I feel nowThe future in the instant. So the messenger is short of breath, like a hoarse raven, as he announces Duncan’s entrance into my fortress, where he will die. Come, you spirits that asist murderous thoughts, make me less like a woman and more like a man, and fill me from head to toe with deadly cruelty! Thicken my blood and clog up my veins so I won’t feel remorse, so that no human compassion can stop my evil plan or prevent me from accomplishing it! Come to my female breast and turn my mother’s milk into poisonous acid, you murdering demons, wherever you hide, invisible and waiting to do evil! Come, thick night, and cover the world in the darkest smoke of hell, so that my sharp knife can’t see the wound it cuts open, and so heaven can’t peep through the darkness and cry, “No! Stop!” Great thane of Glamis! Worthy thane of Cawdor! You’ll soon be greater than both those titles, once you become king! Your letter has transported me from the present moment, when who knows what will happen, and has made me feel like the future is already here. -Lady Macbeth
Tomorrow, as he purposes. He plans to leave tomorrow. – Macbeth
O, neverShall sun that morrow see!Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye,Your hand, your tongue. Look like th’ innocent flower,But be the serpent under ‘t. He that’s comingMust be provided for; and you shall putThis night’s great business into my dispatch,Which shall to all our nights and days to comeGive solely sovereign sway and masterdom. That day will never come. Your face betrays strange feelings, my lord, and people will be able to read it like a book. In order to deceive them, you must appear the way they expect you to look. Greet the king with a welcoming expression in your eyes, your hands, and your words. You should look like an innocent flower, but be like the snake that hides underneath the flower. The king is coming, and he’s got to be taken care of. Let me handle tonight’s preparations, because tonight will change every night and day for the rest of our lives. -Lady Macbeth
Only look up clear.To alter favor ever is to fear.Leave all the rest to me. You should project a peaceful mood, because if you look troubled, you will arouse suspicion. Leave all the rest to me. – Lady Macbeth
This guest of summer,The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,By his loved mansionry, that the heaven’s breathSmells wooingly here. No jutty, frieze,Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this birdHath made his pendant bed and procreant cradle.Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed,The air is delicate. The fact that this summer bird, the house martin, builds his nests here proves how inviting the breezes are. There isn’t a single protrusion in the castle walls where these birds haven’t built their hanging nests to sleep and breed. I’ve noticed that they always like to settle and mate where the air is the nicest. -Banquo
Herein I teach youHow you shall bid God ‘ild us for your pains,And thank us for your trouble. In doing so, I’m teaching you to thank me for the incovenience I’m causing you by being here, because it comes from my love to you. -duncan
Where’s the thane of Cawdor?We coursed him at the heels and had a purposeTo be his purveyor; but he rides well,And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp himTo his home before us. Fair and noble hostess,We are your guest tonight. Where is Macbeth, the thane of Cawdor? We followed closely after him. I hoped to arrive here before him, but he rides swiftly. And his great love, which is as sharp as his spur, helped him beat us here. Fair and noble hostess, we are your guests tonight. -duncan
We will proceed no further in this business.He hath honored me of late, and I have boughtGolden opinions from all sorts of people,Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,Not cast aside so soon. (scene 7) We can’t go on with this plan. The king has just honored me, and I have earned the good opinion of all sorts of people. I want to enjoy these honors while the feeling is fresh and not throw them away so soon. – Macbeth
Was the hope drunkWherein you dressed yourself? Hath it slept since?And wakes it now, to look so green and paleAt what it did so freely? From this timeSuch I account thy love. Art thou afeardTo be the same in thine own act and valorAs thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have thatWhich thou esteem’st the ornament of life,And live a coward in thine own esteem,Letting “I dare not” wait upon “I would, “Like the poor cat i’ th’ adage? Were you drunk when you seemed so hopeful before? Have you gone to sleep and woken up green and pale in fear of this idea? From now on this is what I’ll think of your love. Are you afraid to act the way you desire? Will you take the crown you want so badly, or will you live as a coward, always saying “I can’t” after you say “I want to”? You’re like the poor cat in the old story. – Lady Macbeth
Prithee, peace:I dare do all that may become a man;Who dares do more is none. Please, stop! I dare to do only what is proper for a man to do. He who dares to do more is not a man at all. -Macbeth
Bring forth men-children only,For thy undaunted mettle should composeNothing but males. Will it not be received,When we have marked with blood those sleepy twoOf his own chamber and used their very daggers,That they have done ‘t? May you only give birth to male children, because your fearless spirit should create nothing that isn’t masculine. Once we have covered the two servants with blood, and used their daggers to kill, won’t people believe that they were the culprits? – Macbeth
Who dares receive it other,As we shall make our griefs and clamor roarUpon his death? Who could think it happened any other way? We’ll be grieving loudly when we hear that Duncan has died. -Lady Macbeth
I am settled, and bend upEach corporal agent to this terrible feat.Away, and mock the time with fairest show.False face must hide what the false heart doth know. Now I’m decided, and I will exert every muscle in my body to commit this crime. Go now, and pretend to be a friendly hostess. Hide with a false pleasant face what you know in your false, evil heart. -Macbeth

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