Macbeth

Cards (32)

  • "hie thee hither, that i may pour my spirits into thine ear"
  • "i am in bloody stepp’d in so far that, should sade no more, returning were as go o’er"
  • "luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin"
  • "what he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won"
  • "this tyrant whose sole name blisters our tongues"
  • "not in the legions of horrid hell can come a devil more damn’d in evils to top macbeth"
  • "justice, verity, temperance, stableness, bounty, perseverance, mercy"
  • "his brandish'd steel ... smoked with bloody execution"
  • "like a giants robe upon a dwarfish thief"
  • "i have begun to plant thee, and will labour to make thee full of growing”
  • "they have tied me to a stake, i cannot fly”
  • "your children shall be kings" - "you shall be king"
  • "signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine on all deservers"
  • "untie the winds and let them fight against the churches"
  • "who can impress the forest, bid the tree unfix his earthbound root"
  • "make all our trumpets speak, give them breath, those clamorous harbingers of blood and death"
  • "i heard the owl scream and the crickets cry"
  • "macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep"
  • "o horror horror horror!"
  • "commends the ingredients of our poison’d chalice to our own lips"
  • "faith, here's an english tailor come hither, for stealing out of a French hose"
  • "what seem'd corporal melted as breath into the wind. would they had stay’d!"
  • "the air nimbly and sweetly recommends itself unto our gentle senses"
  • "swords i smile at"
  • "the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil"
  • "as happy prologues to the swelling act"
  • "avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!"
  • "keep the natural ruby of your cheeks when mine is blanched with fear"
  • "bleed, bleed poor country!"
  • "palter with us in double sense; that keep the word of promise to our ear and break it to our hope"
  • "come seeling night and scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day"
  • "pity like a naked newborn babe striding the blast"