Macbeth Act 4 & 5 Quotes

Oh well done! I commend your pains,And every one shall share i’ th’ gains.And now about the cauldron sing,Like elves and fairies in a ring,Enchanting all that you put in. Hecate to witchesAfter the witches make their brewSaying she admires the witches’ efforts and will be rewarded
I conjure you by that which you profess—Howe’er you come to know it—answer me.Though you untie the winds and let them fightAgainst the churches, though the yeasty wavesConfound and swallow navigation up,Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down,Though castles topple on their warders’ heads,Though palaces and pyramids do slopeTheir heads to their foundations, though the treasureOf nature’s germens tumble all together,Even till destruction sicken, answer meTo what I ask you. Macbeth to witchesSees the witches up to no good (brewing cauldron)He wants to know what they are up to and does not care about all of the destructive things they do
Pour in sow’s blood, that hath eatenHer nine farrow; grease that’s sweatenFrom the murderer’s gibbet throwInto the flame. First Witch to MacbethReply to Macbeth wanting to know what the witches are up to, before the apparitions appear to haunt MB-Pour in the blood of a sow who has eaten her nine offspring. Take the sweat of a murderer on the gallows and throw it into the flame.
Then live, Macduff. What need I fear of thee?But yet I’ll make assurance double sure,And take a bond of fate. Thou shalt not live,That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies,And sleep in spite of thunder. Macbeth to witchesAfter haunted by 2 apparitionsHe doesn’t need to kill Macduff because he doesn’t fear him, but wants to guarantee his fate by having him killed anyways
What is thisThat rises like the issue of a king,And wears upon his baby-brow the roundAnd top of sovereignty? Macbeth to witches/himselfAfter the third apparition appearsQuestioning who the spirit is who looks like the son of a king and wearing a crown on his young head
Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no careWho chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are.Macbeth shall never vanquished be untilGreat Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane HillShall come against him. Third Apparition to MacbethTelling Macbeth to be brave and proud. Don’t even worry about who hates you, who resents you, and who conspires against you. Macbeth will never be defeated until Birnam Wood marches to fight you at Dunsinane Hill.
Rebellious dead, rise never till the woodOf Birnam rise, and our high-placed MacbethShall live the lease of nature, pay his breathTo time and mortal custom. Yet my heartThrobs to know one thing. Tell me, if your artCan tell so much: shall Banquo’s issue everReign in this kingdom? Macbeth to Third ApparationAfter third apparition gives him advice to be brave/proudHe is saying that his murders will never come to threaten him and he will be king for his entire life. Also asks the apparition if Banquo’s sons will ever take possession of the crown
Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs. And thy hair,Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first.A third is like the former.—Filthy hags!Why do you show me this? A fourth? Start, eyes!What, will the line stretch out to th’ crack of doom?Another yet? A seventh? I’ll see no more.And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glassWhich shows me many more, and some I seeThat twofold balls and treble scepters carry.Horrible sight! Now I see ’tis true;For the blood-boltered Banquo smiles upon meAnd points at them for his. Macbeth to WitchesAfter he sees the ghost of BanquoHe is seeing one ghost after another
Time, thou anticipat’st my dread exploits.The flighty purpose never is o’ertookUnless the deed go with it. From this momentThe very firstlings of my heart shall beThe firstlings of my hand. And even now,To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done:The castle of Macduff I will surprise,Seize upon Fife, give to th’ edge o’ th’ swordHis wife, his babes, and all unfortunate soulsThat trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool.This deed I’ll do before this purpose cool. Macbeth to LennoxAfter MB finds out that Macduff has fled to EnglandSays that as soon as he makes a decision, he will carry it out, one being killing Macduff’s family
Wisdom! To leave his wife, to leave his babes,His mansion and his titles in a placeFrom whence himself does fly? He loves us not;He wants the natural touch. For the poor wren,The most diminutive of birds, will fight,Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.All is the fear and nothing is the love,As little is the wisdom, where the flightSo runs against all reason. Lady Macduff to RossSaying that Macduff does not love his family because he ran away to England
But cruel are the times when we are traitorsAnd do not know ourselves; when we hold rumorFrom what we fear, yet know not what we fear,But float upon a wild and violent seaEach way and none. I take my leave of you.Shall not be long but I’ll be here again. Ross to Lady MacduffWhen Lady Macduff is accusing Macduff of being a bad family manSaying that it’s bad when people are accused of being traitors and people believe the rumors but have no rightful reason as to why they do. They are tossed around in the ocean and get nowhere.
I have done no harm. But I remember nowI am in this earthly world, where to do harmIs often laudable, to do good sometimeAccounted dangerous folly. Why then, alas,Do I put up that womanly defense,To say I have done no harm? Lady Macduff to messenger/herselfAfter she gets a warning from the messenger to flee with her childrenContemplating where she’s gonna go and how on earth bad things are praised and doing good is a dangerous mistake
Let us ratherHold fast the mortal sword and, like good men,Bestride our downfall’n birthdom. Each new mornNew widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrowsStrike heaven on the face, that it resoundsAs if it felt with Scotland and yelled outLike syllable of dolor. Macduff to MalcolmWhen the two have a conversation outside of King Edward’s palaceSaying that they should defend their home like men instead of crying
What I believe I’ll wail;What know believe, and what I can redress,As I shall find the time to friend, I will.What you have spoke, it may be so perchance.This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,Was once thought honest. You have loved him well.He hath not touched you yet. I am young, but somethingYou may deserve of him through me, and wisdomTo offer up a weak, poor, innocent lambT’ appease an angry god. Malcolm to MacduffSaying that he will avenge whatever is wrong and believe what he thinks is true. He is guessing that Macduff is on Macbeth’s side and wants to offer Malcom as sacrifice to Macbeth
A good and virtuous nature may recoilIn an imperial charge. But I shall crave your pardon.That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose.Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,Yet grace must still look so. Malcolm to MacduffTalking about Macbeth’s evilnessSaying that even someone who is good may follow a royal order even if it’s wrong; even though evil wants to look good, good still wants to look good too
Perchance even there where I did find my doubts.Why in that rawness left you wife and child,Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,Without leave-taking? I pray you,Let not my jealousies be your dishonors,But mine own safeties. You may be rightly just,Whatever I shall think. Malcolm to MacduffWhen Macduff is losing hope in convincing him to fight against MBAsking him why he would leave his family behind. Also doesn’t want him to think his suspicions are against him. Malcom just wants to protect himself and for all he knows Macduff is telling the truth
Bleed, bleed, poor country!Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,For goodness dare not check thee. Wear thou thy wrongs;The title is affeered.—Fare thee well, lord.I would not be the villain that thou think’stFor the whole space that’s in the tyrant’s grasp,And the rich East to boot. Macduff to MalcolmTrying to convince Malcom that he is not on MB’s sideCalling out to MB saying that people are afraid to stand up to himSaying that he wouldn’t be a villian even if he was offered all of MB’s riches
Be not offended.I speak not as in absolute fear of you.I think our country sinks beneath the yoke.It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gashIs added to her wounds. I think withalThere would be hands uplifted in my right; Malcolm to MacduffTelling MD that he doesn’t completely distrust him and that the country is suffering, but there are many people willing to rebel with him
But, for all this,When I shall tread upon the tyrant’s head,Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor countryShall have more vices than it had before,More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever,By him that shall succeed. Malcolm to MacduffSaying that even when he is ready to kill MB, his country will be cursed with worse evil than before and will suffer more (testing MD)
It is myself I mean, in whom I knowAll the particulars of vice so graftedThat, when they shall be opened, black MacbethWill seem as pure as snow, and the poor stateEsteem him as a lamb, being comparedWith my confineless harms. Malcom to MacduffSaying that he has so many vices that if people saw them they would think that Macbeth is good and he is bad (testing Macduff)
I grant him bloody,Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sinThat has a name. But there’s no bottom, none,In my voluptuousness. Your wives, your daughters,Your matrons, and your maids could not fill upThe cistern of my lust, and my desireAll continent impediments would o’erbearThat did oppose my will. Better MacbethThan such an one to reign. Malcolm to MacduffHe describes MB and says his desire would overpower all restraints and anyone who stood in his way. It would be better for Macbeth to rule than someone like him (Testing MD)
Boundless intemperanceIn nature is a tyranny. It hath beenThe untimely emptying of the happy throneAnd fall of many kings. But fear not yetTo take upon you what is yours. You mayConvey your pleasures in a spacious plentyAnd yet seem cold; the time you may so hoodwink.We have willing dames enough. There cannot beThat vulture in you to devour so manyAs will to greatness dedicate themselves,Finding it so inclined. Macduff to MalcolmTelling Malcom to not be afraid of the crown that belongs to him and that there are enough women around/he can deceive everyone
A stanchless avarice that, were I king,I should cut off the nobles for their lands,Desire his jewels and this other’s house.And my more-having would be as a sauceTo make me hunger more, that I should forgeQuarrels unjust against the good and loyal,Destroying them for wealth. Malcom to MacduffSaying that because he is greedy, if he was king he would steal others’ wealth (Testing MD)
This avariceSticks deeper, grows with more pernicious rootThan summer-seeming lust, and it hath beenThe sword of our slain kings. Yet do not fear;Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will,Of your mere own. All these are portable,With other graces weighed. Macduff to MalcolmTelling Malcolm not to be afraid because there are enough treasures in Scotland to satisfy Malcolm’s (fake) greediness
I have no relish of them but aboundIn the division of each several crime,Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I shouldPour the sweet milk of concord into hell,Uproar the universal peace, confoundAll unity on earth. Malcolm to MacduffSaying he has no good sides to him and would take world peace and throw it down to hell
O nation miserable,With an untitled tyrant bloody-sceptered,When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again,Since that the truest issue of thy throneBy his own interdiction stands accursed,And does blaspheme his breed? Macduff to MalcolmSaying that Malcolm shouldn’t be alive if he is so evil
Thy royal fatherWas a most sainted king. The queen that bore thee,Oftener upon her knees than on her feet,Died every day she lived. Fare thee well!These evils thou repeat’st upon thyselfHave banished me from Scotland.—O my breast,Thy hope ends here! Macduff to MalcolmSaying how Malcolm is in the royal lineage yet he is so evil and that his evil is causing Macduff to leave Scotland
But God aboveDeal between thee and me, for even nowI put myself to thy direction andUnspeak mine own detraction, here abjureThe taints and blames I laid upon myself,For strangers to my nature. I am yetUnknown to woman, never was forsworn,Scarcely have coveted what was mine own,At no time broke my faith, would not betrayThe devil to his fellow, and delightNo less in truth than life. My first false speakingWas this upon myself. Malcolm to MacduffSaying how he lied to Macduff to observe his integrity, and that he’s actually a genuinely good person
A most miraculous work in this good king,Which often since my here-remain in EnglandI have seen him do. How he solicits heaven,Himself best knows, but strangely visited people,All swoll’n and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye,The mere despair of surgery, he cures,Hanging a golden stamp about their necks,Put on with holy prayers. And, ’tis spoken,To the succeeding royalty he leavesThe healing benediction. With this strange virtue,He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy,And sundry blessings hang about his throne,That speak him full of grace. Malcolm to MacduffTalking about Edward’s miraculous healing abilities
Alas, poor country!Almost afraid to know itself. It cannotBe called our mother, but our grave, where nothing,But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile;Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the airAre made, not marked; where violent sorrow seemsA modern ecstasy. The dead man’s knellIs there scarce asked for who, and good men’s livesExpire before the flowers in their caps,Dying or ere they sicken. Ross to MacduffTelling him how bad Scotland has become
When I came hither to transport the tidings,Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumorOf many worthy fellows that were out;Which was to my belief witnessed the ratherFor that I saw the tyrant’s power afoot.Now is the time of help. Your eye in ScotlandWould create soldiers, make our women fight,To doff their dire distresses. Ross to Macduff/MalcolmHe heard rumors that men are planning to attack MB and he needs them to go to Scotland to inspire more people to fight
Let not your ears despise my tongue forever,Which shall possess them with the heaviest soundThat ever yet they heard. Ross to MacduffAbout to tell him that his family was killedHe hopes that Macduff won’t hate him after he tells him the news
Merciful heaven!What, man! Ne’er pull your hat upon your brows.Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speakWhispers the o’erfraught heart and bids it break. Malcolm to MacduffAfter MD finds out his family is deadTelling him not to hide his grief and put his sorrow into action
He has no children. All my pretty ones?Did you say all? O hell-kite! All?What, all my pretty chickens and their damAt one fell swoop? Macduff to MalcolmSays that MB has no children and is in awe that all of his family died at once
I must also feel it as a man.I cannot but remember such things wereThat were most precious to me. Did heaven look on,And would not take their part? Macduff to MalcolmQuestioning if heaven looked down during the murder and not offer help
Be this the whetstone of your sword. Let griefConvert to anger. Blunt not the heart, enrage it. Malcolm to MacduffTelling him to use this grief to fuel his revenge on MB
Oh, I could play the woman with mine eyesAnd braggart with my tongue! But, gentle heavens,Cut short all intermission. Front to frontBring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself.Within my sword’s length set him; if he ‘scape,Heaven forgive him too. Macduff to Malcolm Asking the heavens to bring him face to face with MB so he can kill him
Come, go we to the king. Our power is ready;Our lack is nothing but our leave. MacbethIs ripe for shaking, and the powers abovePut on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may.The night is long that never finds the day. Malcolm to MacduffThey are ready to go and get revenge
Out, damned spot! Out, I say!—One, two. Why, then, ’tis time to do ‘t. Hell is murky!—Fie, my lord, fie! A soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?—Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him. Lady Macbeth to herselfTrying to get the blood off her hands Saying why should she be scared if no one laid the guilt on them
Wash your hands. Put on your nightgown. Look not so pale.—I tell you yet again, Banquo’s buried; he cannot come out on ‘s grave. LMB to herself Going crazy with guilt and won’t stop washing her hands
Foul whisp’rings are abroad. Unnatural deedsDo breed unnatural troubles. Infected mindsTo their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.More needs she the divine than the physician.God, God forgive us all! Look after her,Remove from her the means of all annoyance,And still keep eyes upon her. So, good night.My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight.I think, but dare not speak. Doctor to Gentlewoman Evil rumors are going around and LMB needs a priest not a doctor
Now does he feelHis secret murders sticking on his hands.Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach.Those he commands move only in command,Nothing in love. Now does he feel his titleHang loose about him, like a giant’s robeUpon a dwarfish thief. Angus to Lennox, Meinteith, CaithnessThe soldiers that work for MB aren’t fighting for him because they love him, MB seems too small to be a king
Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies.Some say he’s mad, others that lesser hate himDo call it valiant fury. But, for certain,He cannot buckle his distempered causeWithin the belt of rule. Caithness to Angus, Lennox, MeinteithSaying that MB is protecting his castle at Dunsinane with heavy forces and that MB is out of control/insane
Seyton!—I am sick at heart,When I behold—Seyton, I say!—This pushWill cheer me ever, or disseat me now.I have lived long enough. My way of lifeIs fall’n into the sere, the yellow leaf,And that which should accompany old age,As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends,I must not look to have, but, in their stead,Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breathWhich the poor heart would fain deny and dare not.Seyton! Macbeth calling out to SeytonWhen a servant tells him that there are 10 thousand soldiers outside his castleSaying how his life is beginning to wither
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,Raze out the written troubles of the brainAnd with some sweet oblivious antidoteCleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuffWhich weighs upon the heart? Macbeth to DoctorAsking why the doctor can’t heal LMB
Throw physic to the dogs; I’ll none of it.Come, put mine armor on. Give me my staff.Seyton, send out.—Doctor, the thanes fly from me.Come, sir, dispatch.—If thou couldst, doctor, castThe water of my land, find her disease,And purge it to a sound and pristine health,I would applaud thee to the very echo,That should applaud again.—Pull ‘t off, I say.—What rhubarb, senna, or what purgative drug, Macbeth to DoctorIf the doctor figures out what is wrong with MB’s country and diagnose the disease/revive LMB, MB will praise the doctor
Let every soldier hew him down a boughAnd bear ‘t before him. Thereby shall we shadowThe numbers of our host and make discoveryErr in report of us. Malcolm to soldiersTelling them to get a branch to put in front of them so it seems like there is less of them who are coming to battle
‘Tis his main hope:For, where there is advantage to be given,Both more and less have given him the revolt,And none serve with him but constrainèd thingsWhose hearts are absent too. Malcolm to Soldiers and Siward-“Wherever his soldiers have an opportunity to leave him, they do, whatever rank they are. No one fights with him except men who are forced to, and their hearts aren’t in it.”
The time approachesThat will with due decision make us knowWhat we shall say we have and what we owe.Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate,But certain issue strokes must arbitrate.Towards which, advance the war. Siward to soldiersBefore they charge into/at MB’s castleThe only way to find out what belongs to who is to settle it through violence
I have almost forgot the taste of fears.The time has been my senses would have cooledTo hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hairWould at a dismal treatise rouse and stirAs life were in ‘t. I have supped full with horrors.Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughtsCannot once start me. Macbeth to SeytonHe’s almost forgotten what fear feels like that they no longer scare him
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to dayTo the last syllable of recorded time,And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor playerThat struts and frets his hour upon the stageAnd then is heard no more. It is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing. Macbeth to SeytonAfter finding out about LMB’s deathTalking about how life is short and it comes and goes
I pull in resolution and beginTo doubt th’ equivocation of the fiendThat lies like truth. “Fear not, till Birnam woodDo come to Dunsinane”; and now a woodComes toward Dunsinane.—Arm, arm, and out!—If this which he avouches does appear,There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here.I ‘gin to be aweary of the sun,And wish th’ estate o’ th’ world were now undone.—Ring the alarum-bell!—Blow, wind! Come, wrack!At least we’ll die with harness on our back. Macbeth to MessengerAfter being told that the forest began to moveMB’s confidence is failing and wants to see the world in chaos
Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. Macduff to SiwardGetting ready to kill MBBlow all the trumpets to announce the news of blood and death
They have tied me to a stake. I cannot fly,But, bearlike, I must fight the course. What’s heThat was not born of woman? Such a oneAm I to fear, or none. Macbeth to himselfHe can’t run away and the only person he’s afraid of is the man who was not born from a woman
Thou wast born of woman.But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,Brandished by man that’s of a woman born. Macbeth to Young SiwardTelling him he’s not afraid of him because he was born from a woman
The castle’s gently rendered.The tyrant’s people on both sides do fight,The noble thanes do bravely in the war,The day almost itself professes yours,And little is to do. Siward to Macduff-The castle has been surrendered without a fight. Macbeth’s soldiers are fighting on both sides. Our noblemen are battling bravely. The victory is almost yours, and it seems like there’s not much left to do.
Thou losest labor.As easy mayst thou the intrenchant airWith thy keen sword impress as make me bleed.Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;I bear a charmèd life, which must not yieldTo one of woman born. Macbeth to MacduffWhen the two come face to face in battleSaying that Macduff is wasting his time fighting him as he does not fear him
Accursèd be that tongue that tells me so,For it hath cowed my better part of man!And be these juggling fiends no more believed,That palter with us in a double sense,That keep the word of promise to our ear,And break it to our hope. I’ll not fight with thee. Macbeth to MacduffAfter he finds out Macduff was not born from a womanMB gets scared and says the evil creatures have lied to him and he will not fight
I will not yield,To kiss the ground before young Malcolm’s feet,And to be baited with the rabble’s curse.Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane,And thou opposed, being of no woman born,Yet I will try the last Macbeth to MacduffHe won’t surrender and have to be embarrassed. He will fight to the end and battle MD
Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier’s debt.He only lived but till he was a man,The which no sooner had his prowess confirmedIn the unshrinking station where he fought,But like a man he died. Ross to SiwardTelling him how his son died while battling MB’s soldiers
Why then, God’s soldier be he!Had I as many sons as I have hairs,I would not wish them to a fairer death.And so, his knell is knolled. Siward to RossAfter finding out how his son died (at the front not back)Saying how his son’s death was a noble one
Hail, king! For so thou art. Behold where standsThe usurper’s cursèd head. The time is free.I see thee compassed with thy kingdom’s pearl,That speak my salutation in their minds,Whose voices I desire aloud with mine.Hail, King of Scotland! Macduff to Malcolm and SiwardEnters room holding MB’s headThey are finally free from MB’s tyranny, he asks them to join him to cheer all Hail King of Scotland
My thanes and kinsmen,Henceforth be earls, the first that ever ScotlandIn such an honor named. What’s more to do,Which would be planted newly with the time,As calling home our exiled friends abroadThat fled the snares of watchful tyranny,Producing forth the cruel ministersOf this dead butcher and his fiendlike queen,Who, as ’tis thought, by self and violent handsTook off her life; this, and what needful elseThat calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,We will perform in measure, time, and place. Malcolm to allAfter they all hail him king He names his thanes/kinsmen earls and says they have a lot to do, like bringing back those who fled from MB’s tyranny and bring justice to those who supported MB and LMB. They will do it at the right time and place

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