| Fair is foul, and foul is fair,Hover through the fog and filthy air. | 3 witches -> to each otherAct 1, Scene 1 |
| No more than Thane of Cawdor shall deceiveOur bosom interest. Go, pronounce his present death,And with his former title greet Macbeth. | King Duncan -> RossAct 1, Scene 2 |
| 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… | Macbeth -> WitchesAct 1, Scene 3 |
| 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. | Macbeth -> HimselfAct 1, Scene 4 |
| Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt beWhat thou art promised. Yet do I fear thy nature;It is too full o’ th’ milk of human kindnessTo catch the nearest way. | Lady Macbeth -> herself/MacbethAct 1, Scene 5 |
| Come, you spiritsThat tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,And fill me from the crown to the toe top-fullOf direst cruelty. | Lady Macbeth -> HerselfAct 1, Scene 5 |
| 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 | Lady Macbeth -> MacbethAct 1, Scene 5 |
| 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. | Macbeth -> Lady MacbethAct 1, Scene 7 |
| I dreamt last night of three weird sisters:To you they have showed some truth. | Banquo -> MacbethAct 2, Scene 1 |
| 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. | Macbeth -> HimselfAct 2, Scene 1 |
| That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold;What hath quenched them hath given me fire. | Lady Macbeth -> herselfact 2 scene 2 |
| Methought I heard a voice cry ‘Sleep no more!Macbeth does murder sleep'” | macbeth -> lady macbethact 2 scene 2 |
| Infirm of purpose!Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the deadAre but as pictures. ‘Tis the eye of childhoodThat fears a painted devil. | lady macbeth -> macbethact 2 scene 2 |
| Lamentings heard i’ th’ air, strange screams of death,And prophesying with accents terrible…Some say, the earthWas feverous and did shake.” | lennox -> macbethact 2 scene 3 |
| Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.Most sacrilegious murder hath broke opeThe Lord’s anointed temple, and stole thenceThe life o’ th’ building. | macduff -> macbeth and lennoxact 2 scene 3 |
| Our separate fortuneShall keep us both the safer. Where we areThere’s daggers in men’s smiles; the near in blood,The nearer bloody. | donalbain -> malcolmact 2 scene 3 |
Macbeth Quote Identification
August 13, 2019