Macbeth

• Is this a dagger I see before me? The handle toward my hand?
• Look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under’t
• Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown
• Macbeth does murder sleep
• A little water will clear us of this deed
• Will all great neptunes ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?
• Fair is foul and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air
• My dearest partner of greatness
• Dearest chuck
• too full o'the milk of human-kindness'
• out out brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow
• so fair and foul a day I have not seen
• come you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts
• Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers
• Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more
• Stars hide your fires, let not light see my black and deep desires