if chance will have me King, why, chance may crown me, without my stir (1,3)
stars, hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires (1,4)
I fear thy nature; it is too full o' the milk of human kindness (1,5)
I may pour my spirits in thine ear (1,5)
the raven himself is hoarse, that croaked the fatal entrance of Duncan under my battlements (1,5)
look like the innocent flower, bit be the serpent under it (1,5)
we will proceed no further in this business (1,7)
false face must hide what the false heart doth know (1,7)
is this a dagger which I see before me, the handle toward my hand? (2,1)
infirm of purpose (2,2)
will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? no, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas in incarnadine, making the green one red (2,2)
my hands are of your colour, but I shame to wear a heart so white (2,2)
I fear thou play'dst most foully for't (3,1)
o, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife (3,3)
out, damned spot! out, i say! (5,1)
will these hands ne'er be clean? (5,1)
out, out, brief candle! life's but a walking shadow (5,5)
Macduff was from his mother's womb untimely ripp'd (5,8)