Act V, Scene 8 Quotes — Macbeth

I bear a charmed life, which must not yield / To one of woman born.

And be these juggling fiends no more believ’d, / That palter with us in a double sense; / That keep the word of promise to our ear, / And break it to our hope!—

Despair thy charm; / And let the angel whom thou still hast serv’d / Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother’s womb / Untimely ripp’d.

Hail, King, for so thou art. Behold, where stands / Th’ usurper’s cursed head: the time is free.

Turn, hell-hound, turn!

Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, / And thou oppos’d, being of no woman born, / Yet I will try the last. Before my body / I throw my warlike shield: lay on, Macduff; / And damn’d be him that first cries, “Hold, enough!”

Of all men else I have avoided thee: / But get thee back; my soul is too much charg’d / With blood of thine already.

I will not yield, / To kiss the ground before young Malcolm’s feet, / And to be baited with the rabble’s curse.