MACBETH.
Act i. Sc. 1.
When shall we three meet again,
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Act i. Sc. 1.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
Act i. Sc. 3.
The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them.
Act i. Sc. 3.
Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme.
Act i. Sc. 3.
Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.
Act i. Sc. 3.
Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Act i. Sc. 4.
Nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it.
Act i. Sc. 4.
There's no art
To find the mind's construction in the face.
Act i. Sc. 5.
Yet I do fear thy nature;
It is too full of the milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way.
Act i. Sc. 5.
Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men
May read strange matters.
Act i. Sc. 7.
If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly.
Act i. Sc. 7.
That but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here.
Act i. Sc. 7.
This even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice
To our own lips.
Act i. Sc. 7.
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.
Act i. Sc, 7.
I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
And falls on the other—.
Act i. Sc. 7.
I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people.
Act i. Sc. 7.
Letting I dare not wait upon I would.
Like the poor cat i' the adage.
Act i. Sc. 7.
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more, is none.
Act i. Sc. 7.
But screw your courage to the sticking-place.
Act ii. Sc. 1.
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle towards my hand?
Act ii. Sc. 1.
Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
The very stones prate of my whereabout.
Act ii. Sc. 1.
For it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell!
Act ii. Sc. 2.
The attempt, and not the deed,
Confound us.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
Infirm of purpose!
Act ii. Sc. 3.
The labor we delight in, physics pain.
Act ii. Sc. 3.
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of.
Act ii. Sc. 4.
A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawked at, and killed.
Act iii. Sc, 1.
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,
And put a barren scepter in my gripe,
Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand,
No son of mine succeeding.
Act iii. Sc. 1.
Mur. We are men, my liege.
Mac. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
We have scotched the snake, not killed it.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
Duncan is in his grave!
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.
Act iii. Sc. 4.
But now, I am cabined, cribbed, confined bound in
To saucy doubts and fears.
Act iii. Sc. 4.
Now good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both!
Act iii. Sc. 4.
Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake
Thy gory locks at me.
Act iii. Sc. 4.
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with!
Act iii. Sc. 4.
What man dare, I dare.
Act iii. Sc. 4.
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble.
Act iii. Sc. 4.
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.
Act iii. Sc. 4.
Can such things be,
And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
Without our special wonder?
Act iv. Sc. 1.
Black spirits and white,
Red spirits and gray,
Mingle, mingle, mingle,
You that mingle may.[2]
Act iv. Sc. 1.
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
A deed without a name.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
I'll make assurance double sure,
And take a bond of fate.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
Show his eyes, and grieve his heart!
Come like shadows, so depart.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?
Act iv. Sc. 1.
The flighty purpose never is o'ertook,
Unless the deed go with it.
Act iv. Sc. 3.
What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam,
At one fell swoop?
Act iv. Sc. 3.
I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me.
Act iv. Sc. 3.
O, I could play the woman with mine eyes,
And braggart with my tongue!
Act v. Sc. 3.
My way of life
Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf;
And that which should accompany old age,
As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honor, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not.
Act v. Sc. 3.
Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
That keep her from her rest.
Act v. Sc. 3.
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased;
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
Raze out the written troubles of the brain;
And, with some sweet oblivious antidote,
Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?
Act v. Sc, 3.
Throw physic to the dogs: I'll none of it.
Act v. Sc. 3.
I would applaud thee to the very echo,
That should applaud again.
Act v, Sc. 5.
Hang out our banners on the outward walls;
The cry is still, They come.
Act v. Sc. 5.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Act v. Sc. 5.
Blow, wind! come, wrack!
At least we'll die with harness on our back.
Act. v. Sc. 7.
I bear a charmed life.
Act. v. Sc. 7.
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope.
Act v. Sc. 7.
Lay on, Macduff;
And damned be him that first cries, Hold, enough!