Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 5, l. [66]
359
This guest of summer,
The temple-haunting martlet.
Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 6, l. 3
360
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly: if the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With his surcease success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We'd jump the life to come.
Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 7, l. 1
361
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return,
To plague the inventor.
Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 7, l. 9
362
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.
Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 7, l. 16
363
I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
And falls on the other.
Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 7, l. 25
364
He hath honoured me of late; and I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people.
Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 7, l. 32
365
Was the hope drunk,
Wherein you dressed yourself?
Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 7, l. 35
366
Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would,"
Like the poor cat i' the adage?
Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 7, l. 44
367
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.
Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 7, l. 46
368
lady macbeth
: I have given suck, and know
How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me:
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums,
And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you
Have done to this.
macbeth
: If we should fail,—
lady macbeth
: We fail!
But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And we'll not fail.
Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 7, l. 54
369
Bring forth men-children only.
Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 7, l. 72
370
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Macbeth
(1606) act 1, sc. 7, l. 82
371
There's husbandry in heaven;
Their candles are all out.
Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 1, l. 4
372
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee:
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 1, l. 33
373
The bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 1, l. 62
374
It was the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman,
Which gives the stern'st good-night.
Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 2, l. 4
375
Had he not resembled
My father as he slept I had done't.
Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 2, l. 14
376
Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care.
Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 2, l. 36
377
Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor
Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more!
Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 2, l. 43
378
Infirm of purpose!
Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead
Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood
That fears a painted devil.
Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 2, l. 55
379
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making the green one red.
Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 2, l. 61
380
A little water clears us of this deed.
Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 2, l. 68
381
Drink, sir, is a great provoker…Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.
Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 3, l. [28]
382
The labour we delight in physics pain.
Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 3, l. [56]
383
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 3, l. [72]
384
Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,
And look on death itself!
Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 3, l. [83]
385
macduff
: Our royal master's murdered!
lady macbeth
: Woe, alas!
What! in our house?
Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 3, l. [95]
386
Had I but died an hour before this chance,
I had lived a blessed time.
Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 3, l. [98]
387
There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood,
The nearer bloody.
Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 3, l. [147]
388
A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.
Macbeth
(1606) act 2, sc. 4, l. 12
389
banquo
: Go not my horse the better,
I must become a borrower of the night
For a dark hour or twain.
macbeth
: Fail not our feast.
Macbeth
(1606) act 3, sc. 1, l. 26
390
We have scotched the snake, not killed it.
Macbeth
(1606) act 3, sc. 2, l. 13
391
Duncan is in his grave;
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well;
Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,
Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
Can touch him further.
Macbeth
(1606) act 3, sc. 2, l. 22
392
Come, seeling night,
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day,
And with thy bloody and invisible hand,
Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
Which keeps me pale!
Macbeth
(1606) act 3, sc. 2, l. 46
393
Now spurs the lated traveller apace
To gain the timely inn.
Macbeth
(1606) act 3, sc. 3, l. 6
394
But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears.
Macbeth
(1606) act 3, sc. 4, l. 24
395
Now good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both!
Macbeth
(1606) act 3, sc. 4, l. 38
396
Thou canst not say I did it: never shake
Thy gory locks at me.
Macbeth
(1606) act 3, sc. 4, l. 50
397
Stand not upon the order of your going.
Macbeth
(1606) act 3, sc. 4, l. 119
398
It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.
Macbeth
(1606) act 3, sc. 4, l. 122
399
I am in blood
Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
Macbeth
(1606) act 3, sc. 4, l. 136
400
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Macbeth
(1606) act 4, sc. 1, l. 10
401
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and howlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Macbeth
(1606) act 4, sc. 1, l. 14
402
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Macbeth
(1606) act 4, sc. 1, l. 44
403
How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!
Macbeth
(1606) act 4, sc. 1, l. 48
404
Be bloody, bold, and resolute.
Macbeth
(1606) act 4, sc. 1, l. 79
405
But yet, I'll make assurance double sure,
And take a bond of fate.
Macbeth
(1606) act 4, sc. 1, l. 83
406
Macbeth shall never vanquished be until
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
Shall come against him.
Macbeth
(1606) act 4, sc. 1, l. 92
407
Stands Scotland where it did?
Macbeth
(1606) act 4, sc. 3, l. 164
408
Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.
Macbeth
(1606) act 4, sc. 3, l. 209
409
He has no children. All my pretty ones?
Did you say all? O hell-kite! All?
What! all my pretty chickens and their dam,
At one fell swoop?
Macbeth
(1606) act 4, sc. 3, l. 216
410
Out, damned spot!
Macbeth
(1606) act 5, sc. 1, l. [38]
411
Who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?
Macbeth
(1606) act 5, sc. 1, l. [42]
412
The Thane of Fife had a wife: where is she now?
Macbeth
(1606) act 5, sc. 1, l. [46]
413
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
Macbeth
(1606) act 5, sc. 1, l. [56]
414
What's done cannot be undone.
Macbeth
(1606) act 5, sc. 1, l. [74]
415
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!
Where gott'st thou that goose look?
Macbeth
(1606) act 5, sc. 3, l. 11
416
I have lived long enough: my way of life
Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf.
Macbeth
(1606) act 5, sc. 3, l. 22.
417
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased?
Macbeth
(1606) act 5, sc. 3, l. 37
418
Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.
Macbeth
(1606) act 5, sc. 3, l. 47
419
I have supped full with horrors.
Macbeth
(1606) act 5, sc. 5, l. 13
420
She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word,
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,