Macbeth Quotes (SPEAKERS)

Fair is foul, and foul is fair (1.1) Witches
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,The instruments of darkness tell us truths,Win us with honest trifles, to betray’sIn deepest consequence. (1.3) Banquo
If chance will have me King, whyChance may crown me,Without my stir. (1.3) Macbeth
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it (1.4) Malcolm
That is a step on whichI must fall down or o’er leapStars, hide your fires!Let not light see my black and deep desires. (1.4) Macbeth
Yet do I fear thy nature.It is too full o’ the milk of human kindnessTo catch the nearest way. (1.5) Lady Macbeth
Come, you spiritsThat tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-fullOf direst cruelty! (1.5) Lady Macbeth
Look like the innocent flower,But be the serpent under’t. (1.5) Lady Macbeth
I have no spurTo prick the sides of my intent, but onlyVaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itselfAnd falls on the other-(1.7) Macbeth
I do all that may become a manWho dares do more is none. (1.7) Macbeth
When you durst do it, then you were a man; (1.7) Lady Macbeth
False face must hide what false heart doth know. (1.7) Macbeth
Methought I heard a voice cry “Sleep no more!Macbeth does murder sleep”–the innocent sleep,Sleep that knits up the raveled sleeve of care. (2.2) Macbeth
Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this bloodClean from my hand? (2.2) Macbeth
A little water clears us of this deed,How easy is it then! (2.2) Lady Macbeth
There’s daggers in men’s smiles. (2.3) Donalbain
Though hast it now–King, Cawdor, Glamis allAs the Weird Women promised, and I fearThou played’st most foully for’t. (3.1) Banquo
…To be thus is nothing,But to be safely thus. Our fears in Banquo Stick deep. (3.1) Macbeth
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crownAnd put a barren scepter in my grip,Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand,No son of mine succeeding. (3.1) Macbeth
…Naught’s had, all’s spent,Where our desire is got without content.’Tis safer to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy. (3.2) Lady Macbeth
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. (3.2) Macbeth
Thou canst not say I did it. Never shakeThy gory locks at me. (3.4) Macbeth
It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak. (3.4) Macbeth
For mine own goodAll causes shall give way. I am in bloodStepped in so far that, should I wade no more,Returning were as tedious as go o’er. (3.4) Macbeth
Be bloody, bold and resolute. Laugh to scornThe power of man, for none of women bornShall harm Macbeth. (4.1) Second Apparition-bloody child
Macbeth shall never vanquished be untilGreat Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane HillShall come against him. (4.1) Third Apparition-child crowned
From this momentThe firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. (4.1) Macbeth
Each new morn new windows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrowsStrike heaven on the face, that it resounds As is felt with Scotland, and yelled outLike syllable of dolor. (4.3) Macduff
He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy,And sundry blessings hang about his throneThat speak him full of grace. (4.3) Malcolm
Alas poor country,Almost afraid to know itself. It cannotBe called our mother, but our grave. (4.3) Ross
All my pretty ones?Did you say ‘all’? Oh hell-kite! All?What, all my pretty chickens and their damAt one fell swoop? (4.3) Macduff
Out, damned spot, out I say! (5.1) Lady Macbeth
Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.Infected minds to their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets,More needs she the divine that the physician. (5.1) Doctor
And that which should accompany old age,As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends,I must not look to have…(5.3) Macbeth
She should have died hereafter.There would have been a time for such a wordTomorrow 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 waking 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. (5.5) Macbeth
Of all men else I have avoided thee.But get thee back. My soul is too much chargedWith blood of thine already. (5.8) Macbeth
…this, and what needful elseThat calls upon us, by grace of grace,We will perform in measure, time, and place. (5.8) Malcolm

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