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.