Macbeth Quotes

The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood / Is stopp’d; the very source of it is stopp’d.

What should be spoken here, where our fate, / Hid in an auger hole, may rush, and seize us? / Let’s away. Our tears are not yet brew’d.

But this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further: I had thought to have let in some of all professions, that go the primrose way to th' everlasting bonfire.

In the great hand of God I stand; and thence / Against the undivulg’d pretence I fight / Of treasonous malice.

I am one, my liege, / Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world / Hath so incens’d that I am reckless what / I do to spite the world.

So is he mine; and in such bloody distance, / That every minute of his being thrusts / Against my near’st of life;

There is none but he / Whose being I do fear: and under him / My genius is rebuk’d; as, it is said, / Mark Antony’s was by Caesar.

If there come truth from them / (As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine) / Why, by the verities on thee made good, / May they not be my oracles as well, / And set me up in hope?

So weary with disasters, tugg’d with fortune, / That I would set my life on any chance, / To mend it or be rid on’t.

Strange things I have in head, that will to hand, / Which must be acted ere they may be scann’d.