Macbeth

Macbeth wants to be king but doesn’t want to kill Duncan

If good, why do I yield to that suggestions whose horrid image doth unfix my hair and make my seated heart knock at my ribs

Macbeth is trying to be humble

The service and the loyalty I owe, in doing part, pays itself

When Macbeth actually liked his wife

My dearest partner of greatness

Macbeth recognising his own ambition

I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition

Macbeth claiming guilty people should hide under a mask on innocence

False face must hide what the false heart doth know

Macbeth fears he can’t pray after murdering Duncan

Listening their fear, I could not say amen when they did say god bless us

Macbeth wishes he could forget the man he is now

To know my deed, twere best not know myself

Macbeth hallucinating dead banquo

Thou canst not say I did it. Never shake thy glory locks at me

Macbeth realising he’s gone too far

I am in blood, stepped in so far that, should I wade no more, returning were as tedious as go o’er

Macbeth realising he deserves death

I have lived long enough

Macbeth changing his mind and fighting

I will not be afraid of death and bane till burn am forest come to dunsinane

Macbeth not caring about his dead wife

She would have died hereafter; there would have been a time for such a word. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

Macbeth wishing he died before king Duncan’s death

Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time, for, from this instant, there’s nothing serious in mortality

Macbeth not knowing thane of Cawdor is dead

The thane of Cawdor lives; why do you dress me in borrowed robes