Irony Quotes in Macbeth

What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.

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.—

There’s no art / To find the mind’s construction in the face: / He was a gentleman on whom I built / An absolute trust.

This castle hath a pleasant seat. The air / Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself / Unto our gentle senses.

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.

Be bloody, bold, and resolute. Laugh to scorn / The power of man, for none of woman born / Shall harm Macbeth.

By the pricking of my thumbs, / Something wicked this way comes.

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.

I am in this earthly world, where to do harm / Is often laudable; to do good sometime / Accounted dangerous folly

Let every soldier hew him down a bough, / And bear’t before him. Thereby shall we shadow / The numbers of our host, and make discovery / Err in report of us.