Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
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| Macbeth |
--Witches, Act I, scene i
- Fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
- Showed like a rebel's whore.
--Captain, Act I, scene ii
- If you can look into the seeds of time,
- And say which grain will grow, and which will not,
- Speak.
--Banquo, Act I, scene iii
- And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
- The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
- Win us with honest trifles, to betray's
- In deepest consequence.
--Banquo, Act I, scene iii
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.
--Macbeth, Act I, scene iii
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
--Duncan, Act I, scene iv
- Nothing in his life
- Became him like the leaving it; he died
- As one that had been studied in his death,
- To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,
- As 'twere a careless trifle.
--Malcolm, Act I, scene iv
- Stars, hide your fires!
- Let not light see my black and deep desires.
--Macbeth, Act I, scene iv
- Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
- What thou art promised. Yet do I fear thy nature;
- It is too full o' the milk of human kindness
- To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great;
- Art not without ambition; but without
- The illness should attend it.
--Lady Macbeth, Act I, scene v
- Come, you spirits
- That tend on mortal thoughts! unsex me here,
- And fill me from the crown to the toe, top-full
- Of direst cruelty; make thick my blood,
- Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
- That no compunctious visitings of nature
- Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
- The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
- And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
- Wherever in your sightless substances
- You wait on nature's mischief!
--Lady Macbeth, Act I, scene v
- Look like the innocent flower,
- But be the serpent under it.
--Lady Macbeth, Act I, scene v
- I have no spur
- To prick the sides of my intent, but only
- Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
- And falls on the other.
--Macbeth, Act I, scene vii
- I dare do all that may become a man;
- Who dares do more, is none.
--Macbeth, Act I, scene vii
- I have given suck, and know
- How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me:
- I would, while it was smiling in my face,
- Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,
- And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn
- As you have done to this.
--Lady Macbeth, Act I, scene vii
Screw your courage to the sticking-place.
--Lady Macbeth, Act I, scene vii
- Is this a dagger which I see before me,
- The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee;
- I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
- Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
- To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
- A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
- Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
- I see thee yet, in form as palpable
- As this which now I draw.
--Macbeth, Act II, scene i
- The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
- Is left this vault to brag of.
--Macbeth, Act II, scene i
- To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
- Which the false man does easy.
--Malcolm, Act II, scene ii
- Nought's had, all's spent
- Where our desire is got without content.
- 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy
- Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy.
--Lady Macbeth, Act III, scene ii
There 's daggers in men's smiles.
--Donalbain, Act II, scene iii
What's done is done.
--Lady Macbeth, Act III, scene ii
- I am in blood
- Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more,
- Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
--Macbeth, Act III, scene iv
- Double, double toil and trouble;
- Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
--Witches, Act IV, scene i
- By the pricking of my thumbs,
- Something wicked this way comes.
--Second Witch, Act IV, scene i
- When our actions do not,
- Our fears do make us traitors.
--Lady Macduff, Act IV, scene ii
- Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell;
- Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,
- Yet grace must still look so.
--Malcolm, Act IV, scene iii
- Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
- Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.
--Malcolm, Act IV, scene iii
Out, damned spot! out, I say!
--Lady Macbeth, Act V, scene i
- Those he commands move only in command,
- Nothing in love: now does he feel his title
- Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
- Upon a dwarfish thief.
--Angus, Act V, scene ii
- I have almost forgot the taste of fears;
- The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
- To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
- Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
- As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors;
- Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts
- Cannot once start me.
--Macbeth, Act V, scene v
- Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
- That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
- And then is heard no more. It is a tale
- Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
- Signifying nothing.
--Macbeth, Act V, scene v
Notable Quotes
- Good things of day begin to droop and drowse;
- While night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth
- Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
- That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
- And then is heard no more: it is a tale
- Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
- Signifying nothing.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth
Let every man be master of his time.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth
- Nought's had, all's spent,
- Where our desire is got without content.
SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth
