“I grant him bloody, / Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, / Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin / That has a nameAct IV, Scene 3 · Malcolm · ★★★☆☆→
“good men’s lives / Expire before the flowers in their caps, / Dying or ere they sicken.Act IV, Scene 3 · ★★★☆☆→
“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.Act IV, Scene 3 · Malcolm · ★★★☆☆→
“Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, / Uproar the universal peace, confound / All unity on earth.Act IV, Scene 3 · Malcolm · ★★★☆☆→
“the king-becoming graces, / As justice, verity, temp’rance, stableness, / Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, / Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, / I have no relish of them;Act IV, Scene 3 · Malcolm · ★★★☆☆→
“Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks, that rent the air, / Are made, not mark’d; where violent sorrow seems / A modern ecstasy.Act IV, Scene 3 · ★★★☆☆→
“black Macbeth / Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state / Esteem him as a lamb, being compar’d / With my confineless harms.Act IV, Scene 3 · Malcolm · ★★★☆☆→
“Meet we the med'cine of the sickly weal; / And with him pour we, in our country's purge, / Each drop of us.Act V, Scene 2 · ★★★☆☆→
