Act 1

Fair is

Fair is foul and foul is fair/Hover through the fog and filthy air

For brave

For brave Macbeth-well he deserves that name/Disdaining fortune with his brandished steel/Which smoked with bloody execution

Like

Like valour’s minion

Till he

Till he unseamed him from the nave to the chops/And fixed his head upon our battlements

No more that

No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive/Our bosom interest. Go pronounce his present death/ and with his former title greet Macbeth

So foul

So foul and fair a day I have not seen

All hail

“All hail Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis”

All hail Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!

All hail Macbeth! That shall be king hereafter!”

Good sir

“Good sir, why do you start and seem to fear

Things that do sound so fair?”

Speak then

Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear

Your favours nor your hate.”

Thou shalt

“Thou shalt get Kings, though thou be none.

And oftentimes

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

If chance

“If chance will have me King, why, chance

May crown me,

Without my stir.

There’s no art

“There’s no art

To find the mind’s construction in the face.”

And our duties

and our duties

Are to your throne

My dearest

“My dearest partner in greatness.”

Yet I do

“Yet I do fear thy nature

It is too full o’ th’ milk of human kindness.

Hie thee

“Hie thee hither,

That I may pour my spirits in thine ear

Come you spirits

Come, you spirits

That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,

And fill me from the crown to toe top full

Of direst cruelty!

Look like

“Look like the innocent flower,

But be the serpent under’t.”

This even

“This even handed justice

Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice

To our own lips.”

He’s here

“He’s here in double trust:

First, as I am his kinsman and his subject…

Then, as his host.”

I have no

“I have no spur / To prick the sides of my intent, but only / Vaulting ambition.

I would while

I would, while it was smiling in my face,

Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums,

And dashed the brains out,

False face

“False face must hide what the false heart doth know.”