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QUOTES FROM MACBETH

Witch!. When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain!?
2 Witch!. When the hurlyburly ’s done,
When the battle ’s lost and won!. (1!.1!.1)

Fair is foul, and foul is fair!. (1!.1!.13)

For brave Macbeth--well he deserves that name--
Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
Which smoked with bloody execution,
Like valour's minion carved out his passage
Till he faced the slave;
Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements!. (1!.2!.19)

They
Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,
I cannot tell!. (1!.2!.40)

Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his pent-house lid!.
He shall live a man forbid!.
Weary se'nnights nine times nine
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-tost!. (1!.3!.19)

So foul and fair a day I have not seen!. (1!.3!.38)

What are these,
So withered, and so wild in their attire,
That look not like th' inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are on 't!? (1!.3!.39)

If you can look into the seeds of time,
And say which grain will grow and which will not,
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear
Your favours nor your hate!. (1!.3!.58)

Were such things here as we do speak about!?
Or have we eaten on the insane root
That takes the reason prisoner!? (1!.3!.83)

What! can the devil speak true!? (1!.3!.107)

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray ’s
In deepest consequence!. (1!.3!.132)

Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme!. (1!.3!.136)

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 yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of man that function
Is smothered in surmise, nothing is
But what is not!. (1!.3!.141)

Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day!. (1!.3!.156)

Nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it; he died
As one that had been studied in his death
To throw away the dearest thing he owed,
As ’t were a careless trifle!. (1!.4!.7)

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
What thou art promised!. Yet I do fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way; thou wouldst be great,
Art not without ambition; but without
The illness should attend it; what thou wouldst highly,
That thou wouldst holily; wouldst not play false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win!. (1!.5!.16)

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 purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! (1!.5!.38)

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!. (1!.5!.63)

This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses!. (1!.6!.1)

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly: if the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With his surcease success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We'd jump the life to come!. But in these cases
We still have judgement here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return,
To plague the inventor; this even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice
To our own lips!. (1!.7!.1)

Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off;
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind!. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
And falls on the other!. (1!.7!.16)

I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people!. (1!.7!.31)

I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none!. (1!.7!.46)

Screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And we'll not fail!. (1!.7!.54)

Memory, the warder of the brain!. (1!.7!.74)

False face must hide what the false heart doth know!. (1!.7!.82)

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