Irony Quotes in Macbeth

I bear a charmed life, which must not yield / To one of woman born.

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.

No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive / Our bosom interest. Go pronounce his present death, / And with his former title greet Macbeth.

Nothing in his life / Became him like the leaving it; he died / As one that had been studied in his death, / To throw away the dearest thing he ow’d / As ’twere a careless trifle.

All our service, / In every point twice done, and then done double, / Were poor and single business to contend / Against those honours deep and broad wherewith / Your Majesty loads our house

This guest of summer, / The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, / By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath / Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, / Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird / hath made his pendant bed and procreant cradle.

A little water clears us of this deed: / How easy is it then!

These deeds must not be thought / After these ways; so, it will make us mad.

If a man were porter of hell gate, he should have old turning the key.

The labour we delight in physics pain.