Macbeth Quotes

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

O, never / Shall sun that morrow see!

Thou wouldst be great; / Art not without ambition, but without / The illness should attend it.

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men / May read strange matters.

All our service, / In every point twice done, and then done double, / Were poor and single business to contend / Against those honours deep and broad wherewith / Your Majesty loads our house

This guest of summer, / The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, / By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath / Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, / Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird / hath made his pendant bed and procreant cradle.

Besides, this Duncan / Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been / So clear in his great office, that his virtues / Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against / The deep damnation of his taking-off;

This even-handed justice / Commends th’ ingredience of our poison’d chalice / To our own lips.

But in these cases / We still have judgement here; that we but teach / Bloody instructions, which being taught, return / To plague th’ inventor.

Away, and mock the time with fairest show: / False face must hide what the false heart doth know.