Fair is foul, and foul is fair./ Hover through the fog and filthy air.
Witches
When shall we three meet again -/In thunder, lightning, or in rain?/When the hurlyburly's done,/When the battle's lost, and won/
Witches
For brave Macbeth - well he deserves that name,/Disdaining fortune with his brandished steel/Which smoked with bloody execution -/Like Valor's minion, carved out his passage/ Till he faced the slave./ Which ne'er shook hands, nor/ bade farewell to him,/ T
Captain
Go pronounce his present death,/ And with his former title, greet Macbeth
Duncan
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Macbeth
All hail, Macbeth. Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis./ All hail, Macbeth. Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor./ All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter.
Witches
Lesser than Macbeth, and greater./ Not so happy, yet much happier./ Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none./ So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo.
Witches
And, for an earnest of a greater honor,/ He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor -/In which addition, hail, most worthy thane,/For it is thine.
Ross
What, can the devil speak true?
Banquo
The Thane of Cawdor lives. Why do you dress me/ In borrowed robes?
Macbeth
I am Thane of Cawdor./ If good, why do I yield to that suggestion/ Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,/ And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,/ Against the use of nature? Present fears/ Are less than horrible imaginings./ My thought, whose murder y
Macbeth
Sons, kinsmen, thanes,/ And you whose places are the nearest, know/ We will establish our estate upon/ Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter/ The Prince of Cumberland; which honor must/ Not unaccompanied invest him only,/ But signs of nobleness, lik
Duncan
The Prince of Cumberland - that is a step/ On which I must fall down, or else overleap,/For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires,/ Let not light see my black and deep desires./ The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be/ Which the eye fears, when it i
Macbeth
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be/ What thou art promised; yet do I fear thy nature./ It is too full o'th milk of human kindness/ To catch the nearest way.
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 direst cruelty. Make thick my blood;/ Stop up the access and passage to remorse,/ That no compunctious visitings of nature/ Shake my fell
Lady Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men/ May read strange matters. To beguile the time,/ Look like the time - bear welcome in your eye,/ Your hand, your tongue. Look like the innocent flower,/ But be the serpent under't.
Lady Macbeth
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well/ It were done quickly.
Macbeth
He's here in double trust -/ First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,/ Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,/ Who should against his murderer shut the door,/ Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan/ Hath borne his faculties so meek,
Macbeth
We will proceed no further in this business./ He hath honored me of late, and I have bought/ Golden opinions from all sorts of people,/ Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,/ Not cast aside so soon.
Macbeth
I have given suck, and know/ How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me./ I would, while it was smiling in my face,/ Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums/ And dashed the brains out had I so sworn/ as you have done to this.
Lady Macbeth
We fail./ But screw your courage to the sticking place,/ And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep - / Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey/ Soundly invite him - his two chamberlains/ Will I, with wine and wassail, so convince,/ That memory, th
Lady Macbeth
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight, or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Pr
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.
Macbeth
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold;
What hath quenched them hath given me fire.
Lady Macbeth
Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more;
Macbeth does murder sleep' - the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nouri
Macbeth
Infirm of purpose.
Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead
Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood
That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,
I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,
For it must seem their guilt.
Lady Macbeth
Retire we to our chamber.
A little water clears us of this deed -
How easy is it then. Your constancy
Hath left you unattended.
Lady mAcbeth
The night has been unruly. Where we lay,
Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say,
Lamentings heard i' the air - strange screams of death -
And prophesying, with accents terrible,
Of dire combustion and confused events
New hatched to the woeful time
Lennox
Wake, awake.
Ring the alarum-bell. Murder and treason.
Banquo and Donalbain, Malcolm, awake.
Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,
And look on death itself. Up, up, and see
The great doom's image.
Macduff
Those of his chamber, as it seemed, had done 't.
Their hands and faces were all badged with blood;
So were their daggers which, unwiped, we found
Upon their pillows. They stared, and were distracted.
No man's life was to be trusted with them.
Lennox
What will you do? Let's not consort with them -
To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
Which the false man does easy. I'll to England.
Malcolm
To Ireland, I. Our separated fortune
Shall keep us both the safer. Where we are,
There's daggers in men's smiles. The near in blood,
The nearer bloody.
Donalbain
Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons,
Are stolen away and fled, which puts upon them
Suspicion of the deed.
Macduff
Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all/ As the weird women promised, and, I fear,/ Thou played'st most foully for't.
Banquo
They hailed him father to a line of kings./ Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,/ And put a barren scepter in my gripe,
Macbeth
So is he mine - and in such bloody distance,/ That every minute of his being thrusts/ Against my near'st of life; and though I could/ With barefaced power sweep him from my sight/ And bid my will avouch it. Yet I must not,/ For certain friends, that are b
Macbeth
That I require a clearness. And with him - /To leave no rubs nor botches in the work - / Fleance, his son that keeps him company,/ Whose absence is no less material to me/ Than is his father's, must embrace the fate/ Of that dark hour.
Macbeth
We have scorched the snake, not killed it./ She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice/ Remains in danger of her former tooth./ But let the frame of things disjoint, / Both the worlds suffer,
Macbeth
O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife./ Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives
Macbeth
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,/ Till thou applaud the deed.
Macbeth
O, treachery. / Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly. Thou mayst revenge.
Name the speaker
Banquo
Most royal sir,/ Fleance is 'scaped.
1st Murderer
[to the ghost]/ Thou canst not say I did it. Never shake/ Thy gory locks at me.
Macbeth
I drink to the general joy o' the whole table,/ And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss./ Would he were here. To all, and him, we thirst,/ And all to all.
Macbeth
You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting,/ With most admired disorder.
Lady Macbeth
How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person/ At our great bidding?
Macbeth
You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
LM
I am in blood/ Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more,/ Returning were as tedious as go o'er./ Strange things I have in head, that will to hand,/ Which must be acted ere they may be scanned.
Macbeth
But, peace. For from broad words, and 'cause he failed/ His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear/ Macduff lives in disgrace. Sir, can you tell/ Where he bestows himself?
Lennox
Double, double toil and trouble;/ Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Witches
By the pricking of my thumbs,/ Something wicked this way comes.
2nd wich
Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth, beware Macduff;/ Beware the Thane of Fife. Dismiss me, enough.
1st Apparition
Be bloody, bold, and resolute. Laugh to scorn/ The power of man, for none of woman born/ Shall harm Macbeth.
2nd apparition
Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care/ Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are./ Macbeth shall never vanquished be, until/ Great Birnam wood, to high Dunsinane hill,/ Shall come against him.
3rd Apparition
What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?/ Another yet. A seventh. I'll see no more./ And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass/ Which shows me many more; and some I see
Macbeth
The castle of Macduff I will surprise,/ Seize upon Fife, give to the edge o' the sword/ His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls/ That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool,/ This deed I'll do before this purpose cool./ But no more sights.
Macbeth
Though in your state of honor I am perfect./ I doubt some danger does approach you nearly./ If you will take a homely man's advice,/ Be not found here; hence, with your little ones.
Messenger
Bestride our down-fall'n birthdom. Each new morn/ New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows/ Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds/ As if it felt with Scotland and yelled out/ Like syllable of dolor
Macduff
Your castle is surprised; your wife and babes/ Savagely slaughtered. To relate the manner,/ Were, on the quarry of these murdered deer,/ To add the death of you.
Ross
He has no children. All my pretty ones,/ Did you say all? O hell-kite, all?/ What, all my pretty chickens and their dam/ At one fell swoop?
Macduff
Our lack is nothing but our leave. Macbeth/ Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above/ Put on their instruments.
Malcolm
A great perturbation in nature - to receive at once
the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching
Doctor
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!
Lady Macbeth
She has spoke what she should not. I am sure of
that. Heaven knows what she has known.
Gentlewoman
Foul whisperings are abroad - unnatural deeds
Do breed unnatural troubles; infected minds,
To their deaf pillows, will discharge their secrets.
Doctor
Now does he feel his title
Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
Upon a dwarfish thief.
Angus
Bring me no more reports; let them fly all.
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm?
Was he not born of woman? The spirits, that know
All mortal consequences, have pronounced me thus.
'Fear not, Macbeth; no m
Macbeth
Bring it after me.
I will not be afraid of death and bane,
Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.
Macbeth
Let every soldier hew him down a bough
And bear't before him. Thereby shall we shadow
The numbers of our host and make discovery
Err in report of us
She should have died hereafter -
There would have been a time for such a word.
Malcolm
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,
Th
Macbeth
As I did stand my watch upon the hill,
I looked toward Birnam, and anon, methought,
The wood began to move.
Messenger
If thy speech be sooth,
I care not if thou dost for me as much.
I pull in resolution, and begin
To doubt the equivocation of the fiend
That lies like truth. 'Fear not, till Birnam wood
Do come to Dunsinane.' - and now a wood
Comes toward Dunsinane.
Macbeth
Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
Macduff
Of all men else I have avoided thee.
But get thee back; my soul is too much charged
With blood of thine already
Macbeth
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield,
To one of woman born.
Macbeth
Despair thy charm;
And let the angel whom thou still hast served
Tell thee - Macduff was from his mother's womb
Untimely ripped.
Macduff
Hail, king. for so thou art. Behold where stands
The usurper's cursed head; the time is free.
Macduff
Macduff