Macbeth Quotes

Fair is foul

and foul is fair

stars hide your fires

Let not light see my black and deep desires

Yet do I fear thy nature;

it is too full of the milk of human kindness

Look like the innocent flower

but be the serpent under't

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!

false face must hide

what the false heart doth know

will all great

Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand

Is this a dagger which I see before me,

The handle toward my hand?

He's here in double trust

First, as I am his kinsman and his subject... then, as his host.

a little water

clears us of this deed

o valiant

Cousin, worthy gentleman

So foul and fair a day

I have not seen

why do you dress me

in borrowed robes

the instruments of darkness

tell us truths

come, thick night,

and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell

bloody instructions,

Which, being taught return to plague th'inventor

There's husbandry in heaven;

Their candles are all out

this dead butcher

and his fiend like queen

When shall we three meet again

In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

O, full of scorpions

is my mind, dear wife!

When the battle's

lost and won

what he hath lost,

noble Macbeth hath won

But 'tis strange. and oftentimes, to win us to our harm,

the instruments of darkness to tell us truths. win us with honest trifles, to betray 's in deepest consequence.

why do i yield to that suggestion

Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair and make my seated heart knock at my ribs

present fears

are less than horrible imaginings

o' never shall

sun that morrow see

there is not art

to find the mind's construction in the face

go get some water and

wash this filthy witness from your hand

my hands are of your color,

but I shame to wear a heart so white

For brave Macbeth. Disdaining

fortune, with his brandished steel, which smoked with bloody execution

A falcon,

towering in her pride of place, was by a mousing owl hawk’d at and kill’d

At no time broke

my faith, would not betray / The devil to his fellow

be innocent

of the knowledge, dearest chuck

signs of nobleness,

like stars, shall shine / On all deservers

Words to the heat

of deeds too cold breath gives

The raven himself is hoarse /

That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan

Your face, my Thane, 

is as a book where men / May read strange matters

Leave

all the rest to me

his virtues / Will plead

like angels trumpet-tongued against / The deep damnation of his taking-off

Pity, …Shall blow

the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.

I have bought /

Golden opinions… / Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, / Not cast aside so soon. – Macbeth (1.7)

but skill keep /

My bosom franchised and allegiance clear

Sleep no more!/

Macbeth does murder sleep’

darkness does the

face of the earth entomb

Then comes my fit again…

now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in / To saucy doubts and fears.

his tyrant, whose sole

name blisters our tongues,

It weeps, it bleeds,

and each new day a gash / Is added to her wounds.

modest wisdom plucks me

/ From over-credulous haste.