“What, you egg!”

“I drink to the general joy o’ th’ whole table, / And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss: / Would he were here.”

“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.”

“Turn, hell-hound, turn!”

“I drink to the general joy o’ th’ whole table, / And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss: / Would he were here.”

“Boundless intemperance / In nature is a tyranny;”

“Eye of newt, and toe of frog, / Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, / Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, / Lizard's leg, and howlet's wing, / For a charm of powerful trouble, / Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.”

“I am in blood / Stepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more, / Returning were as tedious as go o’er.”

“There to meet with Macbeth.”

“Rather than so, come, fate, into the list, / And champion me to th’ utterance!—”

“This is the very painting of your fear: / This is the air-drawn dagger which you said, / Led you to Duncan.”

“Thou canst not say I did it. Never shake / Thy gory locks at me.”