macbeth quotes

Lady Macbeth Yet do I fear thy nature;It is too full o’ th’ milk of human kindnessTo catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great,Art not without ambition, but withoutThe illness should attend it.
Macbeth “First, as I am his kingsman and his subject,Strong both against his deed; then, as his host,Who should against his murderer shut the door,Not bear the knife myself” Macbeth
Malcom “Devilish Macbeth by many of these trains hath sought to win me into his power, and modest wisdom plucks me from overcredulous haste.” (Act 4 Scene 3)
Ross Ha, good father. Thou seest the heavens, as troubled with man’s act, threatens his bloody stage. By the clock ’tis day, and yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp. Is’t nights predominance or the days shame that darkness does the face of the earth entomb when living light should kiss it. Act 2, scene 4
Macbeth Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to th’ rooky wood. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night’s black agents to their preys do rouse. Thou marvel’st at my words: but hold thee still. Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. So, prithee, go with me.
Banquo Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly ,fly!
Macbeth “Now o’er the one-half nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse the curtained sleep.” (Act 2, Scene 1)
Lady Macduff But I remember now I am in this earthly world, where to do harm is often laudable, to do good sometime accounted dangerous folly.”
Lady Macbeth “Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under’t.” Act I, Scene V
Macbeth 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.”
Macbeth Cure her of that. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
Doctor Foul whisp’rings are abroad. Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles. Infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. More needs she the divine than the physician. God, God forgive us all! Look after her, Remove from her the means of all annoyance, And still keep eyes upon her. So, good night. My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight. I think, but dare not speak. Act 5, scene 1
Ross I dare not speak much further; But cruel are the times when we are traitors And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumor From what we fear, yet know not what we fear, But float upon a wild and violent sea Each way and move-I take my leave of you.
Macduff Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.”
Macbeth If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, without my stir.
Lady Macduff “He had none: His flight was madness. When our actions do not, our fears do make us traitors.”
Lady Macbeth nought’s had, all’s spent, where our desire is got without content; ‘Tis safer to be that which we destroy than be destruction dwell in doubtful joy.” Act III, sc ii (III, ii)
Macbeth Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrowCreeps 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 stage,And then is heard no more. It is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing
Lady Macbeth 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.
Banquo That, trusted home,Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But ’tis strange.And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,The instruments of darkness tell us truths,Win us with honest, to betray’sIn deepest consequence.
Duncan No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest. Go, pronounce his present death, And with his former title greet Macbeth. Act 1 scene 2
Lady Macbeth That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold. What hath quenched them hath given me fire
Macbeth Within this hour at most I will advise you where to plant yourselves, Acquaint you with the perfect spy o’ th’ time, The moment on’t, for’t must be done tonight And something from the palace; always thought That I require a clearness. Act 3 scene 1
Lady Macbeth We fail? But screw your courage to the sticking place And we’ll not fail.
Macbeth Who can be wise, amazed, temp’rate, and furius, Loyal , and neutral, in the moment? No man.
Lady Macbeth “Out, damned Spot! out, I Say!”
Donalbain “There’s daggers in men’s smiles”
Macbeth To be thus is nothing,But to be safely thus. Our fears in BanquoStick deep, and in his royalty of natureReigns that which would be feared.
Macduff Despair thy charm,And let the angel whom thou still hast servedTell thee, Macduff was from his mother’s wombUntimely ripped.
Duncan “This castle hath a pleasant seat. The airNimbly and sweetly recommends itselfUnto our gentle senses.”
Second Apparation “Be Bloody, bold, and resolute. Laugh to ScornThe power of man, for none of woman bornShall harm Macbeth.”
Macbeth “Be Bloody, bold, and resolute. Laugh to ScornThe power of man, for none of woman bornShall harm Macbeth.”
Lady Macbeth come, thick night,And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the darkTo cry “Hold,hold!”
second murderer I am one, my liege,Whom the vile blows and buffets of the worldHath so incensed that I am reckless whatI do to spite the world
Banquo Now you have it all: you’re the king, the thane of Cawdor, and the thane of Glamis, just like the weird women promised you. And I suspect you cheated to win these titles. But it was also prophesied that the crown would not go to your descendants, and that my sons and grandsons would be kings instead. (Act 3, Scene1)
Macbeth Until Birnam Wood gets up and moves to Dunsinane, I won’t be affected by fear. What’s the boy Malcolm? Wasn’t he born from a woman? The spirits that know the future have told me this: “Don’t be afraid, Macbeth. No man born from a woman will ever defeat you.” So get out of here, disloyal thanes, and join the weak and decadent English! My mind and courage will never falter with doubt or shake with fear. (Act 5, Scene 3)Show Less
Macbeth I am settled, and bend upEach corporal agent to this terrible feat.Away, and mock the time with fairest show.False face must hide what the false heart doth know.Act I Scene VII
Macbeth Is this a dagger which I see before me,The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.Act II Scene I
Macbeth Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessèd time, for from this instantThere’s nothing serious in mortality.
Lady Macbeth Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamor roar upon his death?
Lennox What a haste look through his eyes! So should he look that seems to speak things strange
Lady Macbeth Had he not resembled my father as he slept, I had done’t.” Act 2 scene 2
Macduff Then yield thee, coward, and live to be the show and gaze o’ the time. We’ll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, painted on a pole, and underwrit, “Here may you see the tyrant.” Act 5 scene
Macbeth Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feeling as to sight? or art thou but a dagger of the mind, a false creation proceeding from the heat-opressed brain? ( Act 2, Scene 1 )
Macbeth “I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none.” Act 1 Scene 7
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.” Act 5 Scene 5
lady Macbeth come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, and fill me from the crown to the toe top-full of direct cruelty!” Act 1 Scene 5
Duncan What bloody man is that? He can report,As Seemeth by his plight, of the revoltThe newest state.
Banquo Ay, my lord. Our time does call upon’s.

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