Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak; / Augurs, and understood relations, have / By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth / The secret’st man of blood.—

If charnel houses and our graves must send / Those that we bury back, our monuments / Shall be the maws of kites.

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

'Tis better thee without than he within.

Horrible sight!—Now I see ’tis true; / For the blood-bolter’d Banquo smiles upon me, / And points at them for his.—

A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching.

More needs she the divine than the physician.— / God, God, forgive us all!

Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.

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

Of all men else I have avoided thee: / But get thee back; my soul is too much charg’d / With blood of thine already.