Macbeth

“Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants, and Messengers.”

“He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed: then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.”

“Will it not be receiv'd, When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two Of his own chamber, and us'd their very daggers, That they have don't?”

“Nor our strong sorrow Upon the foot of motion.”

“He had none: His flight was madness: when our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors.”

“The gracious Duncan Was pitied of Macbeth:--marry, he was dead:-- And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late; Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd, For Fleance fled.”

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“Faith, here's an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale, who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven: O, come in, equivocator.”

“If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.”

“Upon the heath.”

“No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest:--go pronounce his present death, And with his former title greet Macbeth.”

“[Hautboys and torches.”

“Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second cock: and drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things.”

“My young remembrance cannot parallel A fellow to it.”

“Woe, alas!”

“Those that Macbeth hath slain.”

“An Apparition of a Child crowned, with a tree in his hand, rises.] That rises like the issue of a king, And wears upon his baby brow the round And top of sovereignty?”

“Being unprepar'd, Our will became the servant to defect; Which else should free have wrought.”

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“Paddock calls:--anon:-- Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.”

“He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state.”

“As whence the sun 'gins his reflection Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break; So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come Discomfort swells.”

“God's benison go with you; and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!”

“No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest:--go pronounce his present death, And with his former title greet Macbeth.”

“True, worthy Banquo!--he is full so valiant; And in his commendations I am fed,-- It is a banquet to me.”

“We have willing dames enough; there cannot be That vulture in you, to devour so many As will to greatness dedicate themselves, Finding it so inclin'd.”

“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!”

“We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose To be his purveyor: but he rides well; And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him To his home before us.”

“By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes:-- Open, locks, whoever knocks!”

“These deeds must not be thought After these ways; so, it will make us mad.”

“He is about it: The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg'd their possets That death and nature do contend about them, Whether they live or die.”

“Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: Meet we the medicine of the sickly weal; And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Each drop of us.”

“Carried to Colme-kill, The sacred storehouse of his predecessors, And guardian of their bones.”

“To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir, And I'll request your presence.”

“Ay, madam, but returns again to-night.”

“behold!”

“Round about the caldron go; In the poison'd entrails throw.-- Toad, that under cold stone, Days and nights has thirty-one Swelter'd venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!”

“Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, For goodness dare not check thee!”

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“But fear not yet To take upon you what is yours: you may Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty, And yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwink.”

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“Doubtful it stood; As two spent swimmers that do cling together And choke their art.”

“As whence the sun 'gins his reflection Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break; So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come Discomfort swells.”

“We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose To be his purveyor: but he rides well; And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him To his home before us.”

“So well thy words become thee as thy wounds; They smack of honor both.--Go, get him surgeons.”

“You seem to understand me, By each at once her chappy finger laying Upon her skinny lips:--you should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.”

“And I another, So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance, To mend it or be rid on't.”

“You seem to understand me, By each at once her chappy finger laying Upon her skinny lips:--you should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.”

“Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear Things that do sound so fair?-- I' the name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show?”

“The Thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman; and to be king Stands not within the prospect of belief, No more than to be Cawdor.”

“Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted As breath into the wind.--Would they had stay'd!”

“And, for an earnest of a greater honor, He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor: In which addition, hail, most worthy thane, For it is thine.”

“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!”

“He that's coming Must be provided for: and you shall put This night's great business into my despatch; Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.”

“If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.”

“But in these cases We still have judgement here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which being taught, return To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.”

“Or so much as it needs, To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds.”

“Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem; Letting "I dare not"”

“Will it not be receiv'd, When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two Of his own chamber, and us'd their very daggers, That they have don't?”

“Let your highness Command upon me; to the which my duties Are with a most indissoluble tie For ever knit.”

“Your constancy Hath left you unattended.--[Knocking within.] Hark, more knocking: Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us And show us to be watchers:--be not lost So poorly in your thoughts.”

“Faith, here's an English tailor come hither, for stealing out of a French hose: come in, tailor; here you may roast your goose.-- [Knocking.] Knock, knock: never at quiet!”

“Faith, here's an English tailor come hither, for stealing out of a French hose: come in, tailor; here you may roast your goose.-- [Knocking.] Knock, knock: never at quiet!”

“Is thy master stirring?-- Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes.”

“What's the business, That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley The sleepers of the house?”

“What should be spoken here, where our fate, Hid in an auger hole, may rush, and seize us?”

“What should be spoken here, where our fate, Hid in an auger hole, may rush, and seize us?”

“Let's briefly put on manly readiness, And meet i' the hall together.”

“Threescore and ten I can remember well: Within the volume of which time I have seen Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore night Hath trifled former knowings.”

“If't be so, For Banquo's issue have I fil'd my mind; For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd; Put rancours in the vessel of my peace Only for them; and mine eternal jewel Given to the common enemy of man, To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings!”

“Your highness' part Is to receive our duties: and our duties Are to your throne and state, children and servants; Which do but what they should, by doing everything Safe toward your love and honor.”

“This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, Was once thought honest: you have loved him well; He hath not touch'd you yet.”

“Paddock calls:--anon:-- Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.”

“See, see, our honour'd hostess!-- The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, Which still we thank as love.”

“[Witches vanish.] SCENE II.”

“O valiant cousin!”

“Give me your favor:--my dull brain was wrought With things forgotten.”

“Mark, King of Scotland, mark: No sooner justice had, with valor arm'd, Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels, But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage, With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men, Began a fresh assault.”

“What a haste looks through his eyes!”

“I am for the air; this night I'll spend Unto a dismal and a fatal end.”

“I am Thane of Cawdor: If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature?”

“To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate: come, come, come, come, give me your hand: what's done cannot be undone: to bed, to bed, to bed.”

“O, never Shall sun that morrow see!”

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

“Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell.”

“Fears and scruples shake us: In the great hand of God I stand; and thence, Against the undivulg'd pretense I fight Of treasonous malice.”

“'Tis unnatural, Even like the deed that's done.”

“Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed.”

“If he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you would not, it were a good sign that I should quickly have a new father.”

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“Doubtful it stood; As two spent swimmers that do cling together And choke their art.”

“The merciless Macdonwald,-- Worthy to be a rebel,--for to that The multiplying villainies of nature Do swarm upon him,--from the Western isles Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied; And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, Show'd like a rebel's whore.”

“That now Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; Nor would we deign him burial of his men Till he disbursed, at Saint Colme's-inch, Ten thousand dollars to our general use.”

“The rest is labor, which is not us'd for you: I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful The hearing of my wife with your approach; So, humbly take my leave.”

“So please you, it is true:--our thane is coming: One of my fellows had the speed of him; Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more Than would make up his message.”

“Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, your murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief!”

“Thanks for that: There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled Hath nature that in time will venom breed, No teeth for the present.--Get thee gone; to-morrow We'll hear, ourselves, again.”

“Woe, alas!”

“'Tis his main hope: For where there is advantage to be given, Both more and less have given him the revolt; And none serve with him but constrained things, Whose hearts are absent too.”

“The Thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now?--What, will these hands ne'er be clean?”

“Some holy angel Fly to the court of England, and unfold His message ere he come; that a swift blessing May soon return to this our suffering country Under a hand accurs'd!”

“Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still, "They come:"”

“I will to-morrow, (And betimes I will) to the weird sisters: More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, By the worst means, the worst.”

“Fare you well.-- Do we but find the tyrant's power to-night, Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.”

“Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire, burn; and caldron, bubble.”

“Fears and scruples shake us: In the great hand of God I stand; and thence, Against the undivulg'd pretense I fight Of treasonous malice.”

“Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray; Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may.”

“The weird sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about: Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, And thrice again, to make up nine:-- Peace!--the charm's wound up.”

“If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.”

“No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell.”

“thou'dst never fear the net nor lime, The pit-fall nor the gin.”

“'Gainst nature still: Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Thine own life's means!--Then 'tis most like, The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.”

“I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole body.”

“Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!”

“Thou wast born of woman.-- But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born.”

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“I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun, And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.-- Ring the alarum bell!--Blow, wind!”

“I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms Are hired to bear their staves; either thou, Macbeth, Or else my sword, with an unbatter'd edge, I sheathe again undeeded.”

“And, for an earnest of a greater honor, He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor: In which addition, hail, most worthy thane, For it is thine.”

“Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valor As thou art in desire?”

“whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them.”

“He is about it: The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg'd their possets That death and nature do contend about them, Whether they live or die.”

“Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valor As thou art in desire?”

“I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incens'd that I am reckless what I do to spite the world.”

“Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death: And, so his knell is knoll'd.”

“But wherefore could not I pronounce "Amen"?”

“Wash your hands, put on your nightgown; look not so pale:--I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out on's grave.”

“And must they all be hanged that swear and lie?”

“Faith, here's an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale, who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven: O, come in, equivocator.”

“As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites To countenance this horror!”

“With this strange virtue, He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy; And sundry blessings hang about his throne, That speak him full of grace.”

“out, I say!-- One; two; why, then 'tis time to do't ;--Hell is murky!--Fie, my lord, fie!”

“Before my body I throw my warlike shield: lay on, Macduff; And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!"”

“Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire, burn; and caldron, bubble.”

“Send out more horses, skirr the country round; Hang those that talk of fear.--Give me mine armour.-- How does your patient, doctor?”

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“[Exit Attendant.] The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements.”

“Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear Things that do sound so fair?-- I' the name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show?”

“Who was the Thane lives yet; But under heavy judgement bears that life Which he deserves to lose.”

“That will never be: Who can impress the forest; bid the tree Unfix his earth-bound root?”

“If you shall cleave to my consent,--when 'tis, It shall make honor for you.”

“Being unprepar'd, Our will became the servant to defect; Which else should free have wrought.”

“He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed: then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.”

“This disease is beyond my practice: yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep who have died holily in their beds.”

“[Enter an Attendant.] What is your tidings?”

“Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, your murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief!”

“He that's coming Must be provided for: and you shall put This night's great business into my despatch; Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.”

“Ha, they pluck out mine eyes!”

“Then the liars and swearers are fools: for there are liars and swearers enow to beat the honest men and hang up them.”

“Macduff, this noble passion, Child of integrity, hath from my soul Wiped the black scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts To thy good truth and honour.”

“Therefore to horse; And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, But shift away: there's warrant in that theft Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left.”

“Hie you to horse: adieu, Till you return at night.”

“I commend your pains; And everyone shall share i' the gains.”

“Ourself will mingle with society, And play the humble host.”

“For certain, sir, he is not: I have a file Of all the gentry: there is Siward's son And many unrough youths, that even now Protest their first of manhood.”

“Let us seek out some desolate shade and there Weep our sad bosoms empty.”

“What I believe, I'll wail; What know, believe; and what I can redress, As I shall find the time to friend, I will.”

“O, treachery!”

“You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting, With most admir'd disorder.”

“Have I not reason, beldams as you are, Saucy and overbold?”

“Well, march we on, To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: Meet we the medicine of the sickly weal; And with him pour we, in our country's purge, Each drop of us.”

“Good God, betimes remove The means that makes us strangers!”