act 4

• "By the pricking of my thumbs, / Something wicked this way comes" -The Witches
• "you secret, black, and midnight hags!" -Macbeth
• "you untie the winds and let them fight / Against the churches" -Macbeth
• "castles topple on their warders' heads" -Macbeth
• "beware Macduff" -[an armed Head]
• "laugh to scorn / The power of man, for none of woman born / Shall harm Macbeth" -[a bloody Child]
• "Be lion-mettled [...] Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be until / Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill / Shall come against him" -[a Child crowned with a tree in his hand]
• "the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me" -Macbeth
• "Infected be the air whereon they ride" -Macbeth
• "for the poor wren, / The most diminutive of birds, will fight, /Her young ones in her nest, against the owl" -Lady Macduff
• "Things at the worst will cease, or else climb upward / To what they were before" -Ross
• "How will you live?" -Lady Macduff

  "As birds do, Mother" -Son
• "What, you egg? / Young fry of treachery!" -Murderer
• "Let us seek out some desolate shade and there / Weep our sad bosoms empty" -Malcolm
• "Let us rather / Hold fast the mortal sword" -Macduff
• "This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, / Was once thought honest" -Malcolm
• "our country sinks [...] It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gash / Is added to her wounds" -Malcolm
• "my more-having would be as a sauce / To make me hunger more" -Malcolm
• "had I power, I should / Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell" -Malcolm
• "It cannot / Be call'd our mother, but our grave" -Ross
• "good men's lives / Expire before the flowers" -Ross
• "Let’s make us med'cines of our great revenge" -Malcolm
• "Dispute it like a man" -Malcolm

  "I shall do so; / But I must also feel it as a man" -Macduff