Macbeth Quotes

Fair is foul, and foul is fairHover thought the fog and filty air Whitches
Yet do i fear thy nature; it is to full o’ the milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way Lady Macbeth
And you all know, security is morals’ chiefest enemy Hecate
Out damned spot! out i say! Lady Macbeth
The Thane of Cawdor lives; why do you dress me in borrowed robes Macbeth
We will establish our estate upon eldest Malcolm, whom we name hereafter the prince of Cumberland Duncan
Stars, hide your fires, Let not light see my black and deepest desires Hecate
Look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under’t Lady Macbeth
First as i am his kingsman and his subject ,… then as his host Macbeth
Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep Mabeth
Let not consort with them to show a unfelt sorrow is an office which the false man say easy. i’ll to England Malcolm
On tuesday last a falcon, towering in her pride of place was by a mousing owl hawked and killed old man
To be thus is nothing, but to be safely thus. our fears in banquo stick deep Macbeth
We have lost half of our affiars Murder
Give ,e some wine fill full. i drink to the general joy o’the whole table and a dear friend banquo Macbeth
How did you dare to trade and traffic with Macbeth in riddles and affairs of death; and i was never called Hecate
Macbeth shall never vanquish be until great Birnam wood to high Dunsmane hill shall come against him 3rd /Armed head
The castle of macduff i will surprise; Seize upon Fife, give to the edge o’the sword his wife, his babies Macbeth
His flight was madness. when our actions do not, our fears do make us traitors Lady Macduff
Sinful macduff; they were all struck for thee! Naught, that i am, not for their own demerits, but for mine Macbeth
Let every soilder hew him down a bough, and bear’t before him Malcolm
Tell thee macduff was from his morther’s womb was untimely ripped Macduff
My thanes ans kinsmen, henceforth be earls Malcolm
i will put in resolution and begin to doubt the equivocation of the fiend that lies like truth; fear no till birnam wood come to dunsinane’; and now a wood comes to dunsinane Macbeth
Let grief convert to anger, blunt not the heart enrage it Malcolm
The raven himself is hoarse that croaks the fatal entrance of duncan under my battlements. come you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me Lady Macbeth
By sinel’s death i know i am Thane of Glamis, but how of Cawdor Macbeth

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