Act I, Scene 7 Quotes — Macbeth

But screw your courage to the sticking-place, / And we’ll not fail.

I have no spur / To prick the sides of my intent, but only / Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself / And falls on th’ other—

If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well / It were done quickly.

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 pluck’d my nipple from his boneless gums / And dash’d the brains out, had I so sworn as you / Have done to this.

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;

This even-handed justice / Commends th’ ingredience of our poison’d chalice / To our own lips.

But in these cases / We still have judgement here; that we but teach / Bloody instructions, which being taught, return / To plague th’ inventor.

Away, and mock the time with fairest show: / False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

Was the hope drunk / Wherein you dress’d yourself? Hath it slept since? / And wakes it now, to look so green and pale / At what it did so freely?