| Is this a dagger which I see before me,The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.Art thou not, fatal vision, sensibleTo feeling as to sight? Or art thou butA dagger of the mind | Macbeth |
| Alack, I am afraid they have awaked,And ’tis not done. Th’ attempt and not the deedConfounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready;He could not miss ’em. Had he not resembledMy father as he slept, I had done ‘t. | Lady Macbeth |
| I have no words.My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villainThan terms can give thee out! | Macduff |
| Double, double toil and trouble,Fire burn, and cauldron bubble | The Witches |
| 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 |
| She should have died hereafter.There would have been a time for such a word.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 |
| As I did stand my watch upon the hill,I looked toward Birnam, and anon methoughtThe wood began to move. | Messenger |
| Despair thy charm,And let the angel whom thou still hast servedTell thee, Macduff was from his mother’s wombUntimely ripped. | Maduff |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| this, and what needful elseThat calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,We will perform in measure, time, and place.So, thanks to all at once and to each one,Whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone. | Malcom |
Macbeth Character – Quote Match
September 7, 2019