Have plucked the nipple from his bonelessgums / And dashed his brains out
this deadbutcher and his fiendlikequeen
come you spirits, That tend on mortalthoughts, unsex me here
Like valour's minion carved out his passage Till he faced the slave; Which ne'er shookhands, nor badefarewell to him, Till he unseamed him from the nave to th' chops
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand
All my pretty ones? Did you say all?
Nothing, To prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition
O horror, horror, horror, Tongue not heart cannot conceive nor namethee! Confusion now hath made his masterpiece; most sacrilegiousmurder
I am in bloodstepped so far that, should I wade no more returning were as tedious as go o'er
Is this a dagger which I see before me?
Life's but a walking shadow
Look like th'innocent flower, / But be the serpent under 't
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?
Disdaining fortune, with his brandishedsteel which smoked with bloody execution
Despairthycharm, and let the angel whom thou still hast served tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's wombuntimely ripped
When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Tyrant, show thy face! If thou beestslain, and with no stroke of mine, my wife and children'sghosts will haunt me still.
Turn, hellhound, turn!
Yet do I fear thy nature; it is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
Here lay Duncan, his silver skin laced with his golden blood; and his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature
The raven himself is hoarse that croaksthe fatal entrance of Duncan under my battlements