macbeth quotes

• Macbeth: 'I have no spur / to prick the sides of my intent, but only / Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself / And falls on th'other –'
• Macbeth: '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: 'Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No'
• Lady Macbeth: 'O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!'
• Macduff: 'Macduff was from his mother's womb / Untimely ripp'd.'
• Lady Macbeth: 'Come, you spirits […] unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full / of direst cruelty!'
• Lady Macbeth: 'look like the innocent flower, / But be the serpent under't.'
• Macbeth: 'how tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me […] I would have dash'd the brains out had I so sworn'
• Lady Macbeth: 'Out, damned spot! Out, I say! One, two. Why then 'tis time to do't.'
• Macbeth: '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.'
• Witches: 'Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air'
• First Witch: All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis! Second Witch: All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor! Third Witch: All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!
• Macbeth: 'This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill, cannot be good'
• Macbeth: 'This is the very painting of your fear: This is the air-drawn dagger which you said Led you to Duncan.'
• Brave Macbeth …he unseamed him from the nave to th' chops, And fixed his head upon our battlements.
• Our fears in Banquo Stick deep, and in his royalty of nature Reigns that which would be fear'd.
• Upon my head they plac'd a fruitless crown And put a barren sceptre in my gripe
• O nation miserable, With an untitled tyrant bloody-sceptre'd
• But I have none: the king-becoming graces, As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude
• Macbeth: 'Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time'