Macbeth
What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.
Act I, Scene 2 · Duncan
For brave Macbeth (well he deserves that name), / Disdaining Fortune, with his brandish’d steel, / Which smok’d with bloody execution, / Like Valour’s minion, carv’d out his passage, / Till he fac’d the slave; / Which ne’er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, / Till he unseam’d him from the nave to the chops, / And fix’d his head upon our battlements.
Act I, Scene 2
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, / Shakes so my single state of man / That function is smother’d in surmise, / And nothing is but what is not.
Act I, Scene 3 · Macbeth
And oftentimes to win us to our harm, / The instruments of darkness tell us truths; / Win us with honest trifles, to betray’s / In deepest consequence.—
Act I, Scene 3 · Banquo
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Act I, Scene 3 · Macbeth
All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane of Glamis! SECOND WITCH. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor! THIRD WITCH. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king hereafter!
Act I, Scene 3 · The Three Witches
Stars, hide your fires! / Let not light see my black and deep desires. / The eye wink at the hand, yet let that be, / Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Act I, Scene 4 · Macbeth
There’s no art / To find the mind’s construction in the face: / He was a gentleman on whom I built / An absolute trust.
Act I, Scene 4 · Duncan
look like the innocent flower, / But be the serpent under’t.
Act I, Scene 5 · Lady Macbeth
Come, you spirits / That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, / And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full / Of direst cruelty!
Act I, Scene 5 · Lady Macbeth
Come, thick night, / And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell / That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, / Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark / To cry, “Hold, hold!”
Act I, Scene 5 · Lady Macbeth
Yet do I fear thy nature; / It is too full o’ th’ milk of human kindness / To catch the nearest way.
Act I, Scene 5 · Lady Macbeth
But screw your courage to the sticking-place, / And we’ll not fail.
Act I, Scene 7 · Lady Macbeth
I have no spur / To prick the sides of my intent, but only / Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself / And falls on th’ other—
Act I, Scene 7 · Macbeth
If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well / It were done quickly.
Act I, Scene 7 · Macbeth
I have given suck, and know / How tender ’tis to love the babe that milks me: / I would, while it was smiling in my face, / Have pluck’d my nipple from his boneless gums / And dash’d the brains out, had I so sworn as you / Have done to this.
Act I, Scene 7 · Lady Macbeth
I go, and it is done. The bell invites me. / Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell / That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
Act II, Scene 1 · Macbeth
Is this a dagger which I see before me, / The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee:— / I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Act II, Scene 1 · Macbeth
Methought I heard a voice cry, “Sleep no more! / Macbeth does murder sleep,”—the innocent sleep; / Sleep that knits up the ravell’d sleave of care, / The death of each day’s life, sore labour’s bath, / Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course, / Chief nourisher in life’s feast.
Act II, Scene 2 · Macbeth
Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood / Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather / The multitudinous seas incarnadine, / Making the green one red.
Act II, Scene 2 · Macbeth
His silver skin lac’d with his golden blood; / And his gash’d stabs look’d like a breach in nature / For ruin’s wasteful entrance: there, the murderers, / Steep’d in the colours of their trade, their daggers / Unmannerly breech’d with gore.
Act II, Scene 3 · Macbeth
Had I but died an hour before this chance, / I had liv’d a blessed time; for, from this instant / There’s nothing serious in mortality. / All is but toys: renown and grace is dead; / The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees / Is left this vault to brag of.
Act II, Scene 3 · Macbeth
Where we are, / There’s daggers in men’s smiles: the near in blood, / The nearer bloody.
Act II, Scene 3
Naught’s had, all’s spent, / Where our desire is got without content: / ’Tis safer to be that which we destroy, / Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
Act III, Scene 2 · Lady Macbeth
O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
Act III, Scene 2 · Macbeth
Things without all remedy / Should be without regard: what’s done is done.
Act III, Scene 2 · Lady Macbeth
Be bloody, bold, and resolute. Laugh to scorn / The power of man, for none of woman born / Shall harm Macbeth.
Act IV, Scene 1 · The Three Witches
By the pricking of my thumbs, / Something wicked this way comes.
Act IV, Scene 1 · The Three Witches
Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care / Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are: / Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be, until / Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill / Shall come against him.
Act IV, Scene 1 · The Three Witches
Double, double, toil and trouble; / Fire, burn; and cauldron, bubble.
Act IV, Scene 1 · The Three Witches
He has no children.—All my pretty ones? / Did you say all?—O hell-kite!—All? / What, all my pretty chickens and their dam / At one fell swoop?
Act IV, Scene 3 · Macduff
Alas, poor country, / Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot / Be call’d our mother, but our grave,
Act IV, Scene 3
Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak / Whispers the o’er-fraught heart, and bids it break.
Act IV, Scene 3 · Malcolm
Bleed, bleed, poor country! / Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, / For goodness dare not check thee!
Act IV, Scene 3 · Macduff
What's done cannot be undone.
Act V, Scene 1 · Lady Macbeth
Out, damned spot! out, I say! One; two. Why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky! Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?
Act V, Scene 1 · Lady Macbeth
Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
Act V, Scene 1 · Lady Macbeth
I have liv’d long enough: my way of life / Is fall’n into the sere, the yellow leaf; / And that which should accompany old age, / As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Act V, Scene 3 · Macbeth
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas’d, / Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, / Raze out the written troubles of the brain, / And with some sweet oblivious antidote / Cleanse the stuff’d bosom of that perilous stuff / Which weighs upon the heart?
Act V, Scene 3 · Macbeth
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield / To one of woman born.
Act V, Scene 8 · Macbeth
And be these juggling fiends no more believ’d, / That palter with us in a double sense; / That keep the word of promise to our ear, / And break it to our hope!—
Act V, Scene 8 · Macbeth
Despair thy charm; / And let the angel whom thou still hast serv’d / Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother’s womb / Untimely ripp’d.
Act V, Scene 8 · Macduff