APLAC Macbeth Quotes

“Fair is foul, and foul is fair.”

3 Witches

“And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,

The instruments of darkness tell us truths,

Win us with honest trifles, and betray’s

In deepest consequences.”

Banquo

“This supernatural soliciting

Cannot be ill, cannot be good.”

Macbeth

The Prince of Cumberland! That is a step

On which I must fall down, or else o’erleap,

For in my way it lies.

Macbeth

“Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be

What thou art promised. Yet do I fear thy nature;

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

To catch the nearest way.”

Lady Macbeth

“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!”

Lady Macbeth

If it were done when tis done, then twere well

It were done quickly.”

Macbeth

“We fail?

But screw your courage to the sticking-place,

And we’ll not fail.”

Lady Macbeth

“…had he not resembled

My father as he slept. I had don ’t.”

Lady Macbeth

“Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care,

The death of each day’s life, sore labor’s bath,

Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course

Chief nourisher in life’s feast—”

Macbeth

“Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood

Clean from my hand?”

Macbeth

“My hands are of your color, but I shame

To wear a heart so white.”

Lady Macbeth

“…Where we are

There’s daggers in men’s smiles. The near

In blood, the nearer bloody.”

Donalbain

“Well, may you see things well done there.

Adieu! Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!”

Macduff

“Thou hast it now: King, Cawdor, Glamis, all

As the weird women promised, and I fear

Thou play’d most foully for ‘t.”

Banquo

“To be thus is nothing, but to be safely thus”

Macbeth

“We have scorched the snake, not killed it.”

Macbeth

“This is the very painting of your fear.

This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said,

Led you to Duncan.”

Lady Macbeth

“By the pricking of my thumbs,

Something wick this way comes:”

2nd Witch

“Be comforted.

Let’s make us med’cines of our great revenge,

To cure this deadly grief.”

Malcolm

“Be this the whetstone of your sword. Let grief

Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it.”

Malcolm

“Out, damned spot! Out, I say!”

Lady Macbeth

“She should have died hereafter;

There would have been a time for such a word.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

To the last syllable of recorded time;

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

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

“My thanes and kinsmen,

Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland

In such an honor named. What’s more to do,

Which would be planted newly with the time—

As calling home our exiled friends abroad

That fled the snares of watchful tyrrany,

Producing forth the cruel ministers

Of this dead butcher and his fiendlike queen,

Who, as tis thought, by self and violent hands

Too of her life - this, and what needful else

That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace

We will perform in measure, time, and place.”

Malcolm