"Bleed, bleed, poor country! Great tyranny, lay thou thybasis sure, For goodness dare not checkthee" A4 S3
"I grant him bloody, Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin That has a name" A4 S3
"But I have none. The king-becoming graces, As justice, verity, temperance, stableness... i have no relish of them but abound in the division of each several crime" A4 S3
"Those he commands,move only in command,Nothing in love"A5S2
"Besides, this DuncanHath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his greatoffice, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued against The deepdamnation of his taking-off" A1S7