Metaphor Quotes in Macbeth

I pull in resolution; and begin / To doubt th’ equivocation of the fiend, / That lies like truth. “Fear not, till Birnam wood / Do come to Dunsinane;” and now a wood / Comes toward Dunsinane.—

I have almost forgot the taste of fears. / The time has been, my senses would have cool’d / To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair / Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir / As life were in’t. I have supp’d full with horrors; / Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, / Cannot once start me.

I ’gin to be aweary of the sun, / And wish th’ estate o’ th’ world were now undone.—

Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, / Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.

They have tied me to a stake. I cannot fly, / But, bear-like I must fight the course.—

Turn, hell-hound, turn!

Till that Bellona’s bridegroom, lapp’d in proof, / Confronted him with self-comparisons, / Point against point, rebellious arm ’gainst arm, / Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude, / The victory fell on us.

Or have we eaten on the insane root / That takes the reason prisoner?

I will drain him dry as hay: / Sleep shall neither night nor day / Hang upon his pent-house lid; / He shall live a man forbid.

Was the hope drunk / Wherein you dress’d yourself? Hath it slept since? / And wakes it now, to look so green and pale / At what it did so freely?