Macbeth

• his brandished steel which smoked with bloody execution
• stars hide your fires let not light see my dark and deep desires
• i have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, only vaulting ambition which overleaps itself and falls onto one another
• my hands are of your colour but i shame to wear a heart so white
• i am in blood so far that should i wade no further, returning were as tedious as going over
• she should have died hereafer
• and live a coward in thine own self esteem
• come to my women's breast, and take my milk for gall
• you murdering ministers
• "Out damned spot!"
• come you spirits which tend on mortal thoughts- unsex me here and fill me top-toe full of direst cruelty
• give me the daggers
• is this a dagger i see before me
• brave Macbeth, well he deserves that name
• unseamed him from the nave to the chaps
• fair is foul and foul is fair
• look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under it
• the instruments of darkness tell us truth
• i fear you played most foully for it
• when you durst do it then you were a man; and, from that honour not departed from it
• we will proceed no further in this business
• partner of greatness
• What! Can the devil speak true?
• I have almost forgot the taste of fears
• Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?
•  a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing
• Yet do I fear thy nature; it is too full o’ the milk of human kindness
• All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand
• Stop up the’ access and passage to remorse
• Come, thick night, and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell
• I would, while it was smiling in my face, have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums and dashed the brains out, had I so sworn as you have done to this
• Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him
• What’s done cannot be undone
• I will plant thee and labour thee full of growing
• the dead butcher and his fiend-like queen
• a little water clears us of this deed
• bleed bleed poor country
• our country sinks beneath the yoke, it weeps it bleeds and each day a new gash is added to her wounds
• What are these, So wither’d and so wild in their attire, That look not like the inhabitants o’ the earth, And yet are on ‘t?