Macbeth

• So foul and fair a day, I have not seen
• I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition
• Starts hide your fires, let light not see my black and deep desires
• Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage...signifying nothing
• The instruments of darkness tell us truths ... to betray our deepest confidence
• I have begun to plant thee and will labour to make thee full of growing
• His virtues will plead like angels
• Never shake thy gory locks at me