witches
fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through the fog and filthy air
banquo
and oftentimes to win us to our harm, the instruments of darkness tell us truths, win us with honest trifles, to betray us in deepest consequence
lady macbeth
yet I do fear thy nature, it is too full o the milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way
macbeth
I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, whcih o'erleaps itself and fall on the other
lady macbeth
we fail, but screw your courage to the sticking place and we'll not fail
macbeth
false face must hide what the heart doth know
king duncan
this castle hath a pleasant; the air nimbly and sweetly reccommends itself unto our gentle senses
macbeth
stars hide you fires; let not light see my black and deep desires
king duncan
go pronounce his present death, and with his former title, greet macbeth
banquo
there's husbandry in heaven. their candles are all out, a heavy summons lies like lead upon me, and yet, I would not sleep
lady macbeth
had he not resembled my father as he slept, i had done
lady macbeth
that which hath made them drunk, hath made me bold
macbeth
is this a dagger that I see before me, the handle toward my hand? come, let me clutch thee, I have thee not, and yet I see the dagger still.
macbeth
I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not Duncan, for it is a knell that summons thee to Heaven, or to Hell
lady macbeth
infirm of purpose! give me the daggars. the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures
macbeth
methought I heard a voice cry "sleep no more, macbeth does murder sleep
lennox
the night has been unruly where we lay, our chimneys were blown down... some say the earth was feverous and did shake
witches
double double toil and trouble fire burn and cauldron bubble
ross
but cruel are the times when we are traitors and do not know ourselves
ross
no, they were well at peace when I did leave them
lady macbeth
out damned spot! out I say! one: two: why, then tis time to do
lady macbeth
here's the smell of blood still. all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. oh oh oh.
macbeth
out, out brief candle, life is but a walking shadow..
macbeth
why should I play the roman fool and die on my own sword? while I see lives, the gashes do better upon them
macduff
was from his mother's womb untimely ripped
macbeth
lay on macduff and damned be him that cries, "hold enough
siward
why then God's soldier be he! had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death: and so his knell is knolled