Macbeth

foul witches

fair is foul and foul is fair, hover through the fog and filthy air

thumbs

by the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes

beware

beware the thane of Fife

tyrant

Tyrant, show thy face! If thou beest slain, and with no stroke of mine, my wife and children’s ghosts will haunt me still

bleed

bleed, bleed poor country! Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, for goodness dare not check thee

head

behold where it stands the usurpers cursed head

seeds

if you can look into the seeds of time and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak

unsex

unsex me here, and fill me from the crown to the toe top-full of direst cruelty

baby

dashed the brains out, had I sworn as you have done to this

durst

when you durst do it, then you were a man

flower

look like th’innocent flower, but be the serpent under’t

arabia

Here’s the smell of the blood still. All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand

brave

all’s too weak for brave Macbeth - well he deserves that name - Captain

stars

stars, hide your fires, let not light see my black and deep desires

foul macbeth

so foul and fair a day I have not seen

Neptune

will all great Neptune’s oceans wash this blood clean from my hand?

dagger

Is this a dagger I see before me… a dagger of the mind, a false creation

scorpions

Full of scorpions is my mind

candle

Out, out, brief candle, life’s but a walking shadow

charmed

I bear a charmed life that will not yield to one of woman born