Malcolm Quotes in Macbeth

Macduff, this noble passion, / Child of integrity, hath from my soul / Wiped the black scruples, reconcil’d my thoughts / To thy good truth and honour.

Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, / Uproar the universal peace, confound / All unity on earth.

the king-becoming graces, / As justice, verity, temp’rance, stableness, / Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, / Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, / I have no relish of them;

Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks, that rent the air, / Are made, not mark’d; where violent sorrow seems / A modern ecstasy.

Boundless intemperance / In nature is a tyranny;

black Macbeth / Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state / Esteem him as a lamb, being compar’d / With my confineless harms.

’Tis his main hope; / For where there is advantage to be given, / Both more and less have given him the revolt, / And none serve with him but constrained things, / Whose hearts are absent too.

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