Simile Quotes in Macbeth

Now does he feel / His secret murders sticking on his hands; / Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach; / Those he commands move only in command, / Nothing in love: now does he feel his title / Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe / Upon a dwarfish thief.

The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, / And these are of them.

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men / May read strange matters.

Besides, this Duncan / Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been / So clear in his great office, that his virtues / Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against / The deep damnation of his taking-off;

Now o’er the one half-world / Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse / The curtain’d sleep. Witchcraft celebrates / Pale Hecate’s off’rings; and wither’d murder, / Alarum’d by his sentinel, the wolf, / Whose howl’s his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, / With Tarquin’s ravishing strides, towards his design / Moves like a ghost.—

The sleeping and the dead / Are but as pictures. ’Tis the eye of childhood / That fears a painted devil.

Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men; / As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, / Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves are clept / All by the name of dogs

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

Doubtful it stood; / As two spent swimmers that do cling together / And choke their art.

Into the air; and what seem’d corporal, / Melted as breath into the wind.