Macbeth Act 5 Quotes

“I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her night-gown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon’t, read it, afterwards seal it, and again return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleep” (5.1.#) (Gentlewoman to Doctor) Since Macbeth went to war, I have seen her rise from her bed, put on her nightgown, unlock her closet, take out some paper, fold it, write on it, read it, seal it up, and then return to bed, remaining asleep the entire time.
“It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her hands- I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour” (5.1.#) (Gentlewoman to Doctor) She often does that. She looks like she’s washing her hands. I’ve seen her do that before for as long as fifteen minutes.
“Out, damned spot! Out, I say! One, two: why, then, ’tis time to do’t” (5.1.#) (Lady Macbeth, sleepwalking) Come out, damned spot! Out, I command you! One, two. OK, it’s time to do it now.She’s dabbing at the blood on her hands as she sleep walks
“Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?” (5.1.#) (Lady Macbeth, sleepwalking) confessing to Duncan’s murder as she sleepwalks
“The Thane of Fife had a wife- where is she now? What, will these hands ne’er be clean? No more o’that” (5.1.#) (Lady Macbeth, sleepwalking) The thane of Fife had a wife. Where is she now?—What, will my hands never be clean?
“To bed, to bed! There’s knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What’s done cannot be undone” (5.1.#) (Lady Macbeth, sleepwalking) To bed, to bed! There’s a knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What’s done cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed!
“Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies./ Some say he’s mad, others that lesser hate him/ Do call it valiant fury” (5.2.#) (Caithness to Malcolm’s soldiers) Macbeth is fortifying his castle at Dunsinane with heavy defenses. Some say he’s insane.
“Those he commands move only in command,/ Nothing in love” (5.2.#) (Angus to Malcolm’s soldiers) The soldiers he commands are only following orders. They don’t fight because they love Macbeth.
“Now does he feel his title/ Hang loose about him, like a giant’s robe/ Upon a dwarfish thief” (5.2.#) (Angus to Malcolm’s soldiers) Now he seems too small to be a great king, like a midget trying to wear the robes of a giant.
“Till Birnam Wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear” (5.3.#) (Macbeth) Until Birnam Wood gets up and moves to Dunsinane, I won’t be affected by fear.
“This push Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now. I have lived long enough” (5.3.#) (Macbeth) This battle will either secure my reign forever or else topple me from the throne. I have lived long enough.
“Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain” (5.3.#) (Macbeth to Doctor) Can’t you treat a diseased mind? Take away her memory of sorrow? Use some drug to erase the troubling thoughts from her brain and ease her heart?
“Let every soldier hew him down a bough And bear’t before him-“ (Malcolm to soldiers) Tell every soldier to break off a branch and hold it in front of him. That way we can conceal how many of us there are, and Macbeth’s spies will give him inaccurate reports.
“I have almost forgot the taste of fears” (5.5#) (Macbeth hears woman’s cry) I’ve almost forgotten what fear feels like.
“Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!” (5.5.#) (Macbeth) Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. The days creep slowly along until the end of time. And every day that’s already happened has taken fools that much closer to their deaths. Out, out, brief candle.
“Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player/ That struts and frets his hour upon the stage/ And then is heard no more. It is a tale/ Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,/ Signifying nothing” (5.5.#) (Macbeth) Life is nothing more than an illusion. It’s like a poor actor who struts and worries for his hour on the stage and then is never heard from again. Life is a story told by an idiot, full of noise and emotional disturbance but devoid of meaning.
“The devil himself could not pronounce a title More hateful to mine ear” (5.7.#) (Young Siward to Macbeth) The devil himself couldn’t say a name I hate more.
“I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms Are hired to bear their staves: either thou, Macbeth, Or else my sword with an unbuttered edge I sheathe again undeeded” (5.7.#) (Macduff to Macbeth) I can’t be bothered to fight these lame soldiers who only fight for money. I’ll either fight you, Macbeth, or else I’ll put down my sword unused.
“My voice is in my sword, thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out!” (5.8.#) (Macduff to Macbeth) I have nothing to say to you. My sword will talk for me. You are too evil for words!
“Macduff was from his mother’s womb Untimely ripped.” (5.8.#) (Macduff to Macbeth) They cut me out of my mother’s womb before she could bear me naturally.
“I will not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolm’s feet” (5.8.#) (Macbeth to Macduff) I’m not going to surrender and have to kiss the ground in front of Malcolm
“The 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!” (5.8.#) (Macduff to Malcolm and lords) Look, here I have Macbeth’s cursed head. We are free from his tyranny. I see that you have the kingdom’s noblemen around you, and they’re thinking the same thing as me. I want them to join me in this loud cheer, Hail, King of Scotland!
“My thanes and kinsmen,/ Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland/ In such an honor named. …. Of this dead butcher and his fiendlike queen,/ Who, as ’tis thought, by self and violent hands/ Took off her life; this, and what needful else/ That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,/ We will person in measure, time and place” (5.8.#) (Malcolm to subjects) My thanes and kinsmen, I name you all earls, the first earls that Scotland has ever had. We have a lot to do at the dawn of this new era. We must call home all of our exiled friends who fled from the grip of Macbeth’s tyranny, and we must bring to justice all the evil ministers of this dead butcher and his demon-like queen, who, rumor has it, committed suicide. This, and whatever else we are called to do by God, we will do at the right time and in the right place.

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