macbeth quotes

-macbeth to himself-indicating how he will no longer sleep, sleep deprivation “Glamis hath murdered sleep . . . Macbeth will sleep no more.”
-macbeth “Here lay Duncan, his silver skin lac’d with his golden blood.”
-witches to macbeth “All hail Macbeth, Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis.”
-the old man “‘Tis unnatural, even like the deed that’s done.”
-macbeth “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.”
-macbeth to macduff “I bear a charmed life.”
-withces “Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.”
-Macbeth “make (their) faces visors to (their) hearts, disguising what they are”
DONALBAIN to Malcom “There’s daggers in men’s smiles.”
Whence is that knocking?— How is’t with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here! Ha, they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red. Whence is that knocking?— How is’t with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here! Ha, they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
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 , as she sleepwalks through Macbeth’s castle on the eve of his battle against Macduff and Malcolm
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 day To the last syllable of recorded time. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. 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. Macbeth after he hears of Lady Macbeth’s deathhis wife’s passing and the ruin of his power have undone Macbeth. His speech insists that there is no meaning or purpose in life.
-macduff- he can’t believe Lady Macbeth could even hear about murder O gentle lady, ‘Tis not for you to hear what I can speak.The repetition in a woman’s earWould murder as it fell.g

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