Macbeth Quotes

Fair is foul

Fair is foul, and foul is fair

So foul and

So foul and fair a day I have not seen

What he hath

What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won

Till he unseamed

Till he unseamed him from the nave to the chops

When the hurlyburly's

When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won

All hail Macbeth

All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter!

Why do you

Why do you dress me in borrowed robes?

The instruments of

The instruments of darkness tell us truths

Come what come

Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day

Our eldest Malcolm

Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter The Prince of Cumberland

Stars hide your

Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires

Yet do I

Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness

Come you spirits

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

Look like th'

Look like th' innocent flower, But be the serpent under't

I have no

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

We will proceed

We will proceed no further in this business

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, had I so sworn as you Have done to this

False face must

False face must hide what the false heart doth know

The bell invites

The bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell

Is this a

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?

Merciful powers

Merciful powers, Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature Gives way to in repose!

A little water

A little water clears us of this deed

Had he not

Had he not resembled my father as he slept, I had done't

I could not say

I could not say “Amen” When they did say “God bless us”

Will all great

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand?

A falcon

A falcon, towering in her pride of place, was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed

Lest our old

Lest our old robes sit easier than our new

Thou hast it

Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all, As the weird women promised, and I fear Thou played'st most foully for't

Upon my head

Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown And put a barren sceptre in my grip

Make our faces

Make our faces vizards to our hearts, Disguising what they are

Full of scorpions

Full of scorpions is my mind

I am in

I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er

The power of

The power of man, For none of woman born Shall harm Macbeth

Double double toil

Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble

Macbeth shall never

Macbeth shall never vanquished be, until Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill Shall come against him

Beware Macduff

Beware Macduff, Beware the Thane of Fife

Something wicked this

Something wicked this way comes

Bleed bleed poor

Bleed, bleed, poor country!

Not in the

Not in the legions Of horrid hell can come a devil more damned in evils to top Macbeth

What will these

What, will these hands ne'er be clean?

Out damned spot

Out, damned spot; out I say

Out out brief

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

I have lived

I have lived long enough. My way of life Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf

I'll fight till

I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked

Cure her of

Cure her of that. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain

Tomorrow and tomorrow

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time

She should

She should have died hereafter

Blow wind

Blow wind, come wrack, At least we’ll die with harness on our back

They have tied me

They have tied me to a stake. I cannot fly, But bear-like I must fight the course

My soul is

My soul is too much charged With blood of thine already

Macduff was

Macduff was from his mothers womb untimely ripped

So great a day

So great a day this is cheaply bought

This dead

This dead butcher and his fiend-like queen