Fair is foul, and foul is fair.

Act i. Sc. 1.

If you can look into the seeds of time,

And say, which grain will grow, and which will

not.

Act i. Sc. 3.

The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,

And make my seated heart knock at my ribs.

Became him like the leaving it; he died,
As one that had been studied in his death

To throw away the dearest thing he owed,

As 't were a careless trifle.

Act i. c. 4.

her 's no rt

To find the mind's construction in the face.

Yet do I fear thy nature;

Act i. Sc. 4.

It is too full of the milk of human kindness.

Act i. Sc. 5.

What thou wouldst highly,

That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,

And yet wouldst wrongly win.

Act i. Sc. 5.

That no compunctious visitings of nature

Shake my fell purpose.

Act i. Sc. 5.

Your face, my thane, is as R book, where men

May read strange matters.

Coigne of vantage.

Act i. Sc. 5.

Act i. Sc. 6.

If it were done, when 't is done, then 't were

well

It were done quickly. If the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch,
With his surcease, success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here.

Act i. Sc. 7. Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice

Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice To ur own li

s. Act i. c. 7.

Besides, this Duncan

Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off. Act i. Sc. 7.

I have no spur

To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
And falls on the other

Act i. Sc. 7.

I dare do all that may become a man ;
Who dares do more, is none.

Act i. Sc. 7.

Nor time, nor place, did then adhere. Act i. Sc. 7.

Screw your courage to the sticking-place.

Act i. Sc. 7.

Memory, the warder of the brain.

Act i. Sc. 7.

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

Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling, as to sight; or art thou but
A dagger of the mind; a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat oppressed brain?

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Thou sure and firm-set earth,

Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell!

Act ii, Sc. 1.

It was the owl that shrieked,

The fatal bellman, which gives the stern'st good

night.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

The attempt, and not the deed, confounds us.

I had most need of blessing, and Amen
Stuck in my throat.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Methought, I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more!" Macbeth does murder sleep! the innocent sleep; Sleep, that knits up the ravelled 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.

Infirm of purpose!

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

My hand will rather

The multitudinous seas incarnadine,

Making the green

one red.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

The labor we delight in, physics pain. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
Most sacriligeous murder hath broke ope
The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
́The life o' the building:

Act ii. Sc. 3.

The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of.

Act ii. Sc. 3.

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

Act ii. Sc. 4.

Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,
And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand,
No son of mine succeeding.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Mur. We are men, my liege.

Mac. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men.

Act iii. Sc, 1.

Things without all remedy,

Should be without regard: what's done is done.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

We have scotched the snake, not killed it.

Act iii. Sc. 2.