Lady Macbeth: 'Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't.'
Macbeth: 'I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition'
Lady Macbeth: 'Yet do I fear thy nature. It is too full o' th' milk of humankindness'
Macbeth: 'Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?'
Narrator: 'Here lay Duncan, his silver skin laced with his golden blood, and his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature for ruin's wasteful entrance.'
Macbeth: 'But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in to saucy doubts and fears.'
Macbeth: 'O, full of scorpions is my mind my dear wife!'
Macduff: 'I think our country sinks beneath the yoke. It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gash is added to her wounds.'