Macduff Quotes in Macbeth

we may again / Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights; / Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives, / Do faithful homage, and receive free honours, / All which we pine for now.

Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! Beware Macduff; / Beware the Thane of Fife.—

Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes, / His mansion, and his titles, in a place / From whence himself does fly? He loves us not: / He wants the natural touch; for the poor wren, / The most diminutive of birds, will fight, / Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.

His flight was madness: when our actions do not, / Our fears do make us traitors.

I think our country sinks beneath the yoke; / It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash / Is added to her wounds.

Let us rather / Hold fast the mortal sword, and, like good men, / 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 yell’d out / Like syllable of dolour.

This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, / Was once thought honest

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell: / Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, / Yet grace must still look so.

I shall do so; / But I must also feel it as a man: / I cannot but remember such things were, / That were most precious to me.—

Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, / Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.