Imagery Quotes in Macbeth

The castle of Macduff I will surprise; / Seize upon Fife; give to th' edge o' th' sword / His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls / That trace him in his line.

How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! / What is't you do?

Where sighs, and groans, and shrieks, that rent the air, / Are made, not mark’d; where violent sorrow seems / A modern ecstasy.

The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon! Where gott'st thou that goose look?

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

I will not yield, / To kiss the ground before young Malcolm’s feet, / And to be baited with the rabble’s curse.