Macbeth Quotes

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

The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon! Where gott'st thou that goose look?

If thou be’st slain and with no stroke of mine, / My wife and children’s ghosts will haunt me still.

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