| A | B |
|---|
| And she goes down at twelve. | I take't tis later Sir. |
| There's husbandry in heaven, | Their candles are all out. |
| Restrain in me | the cursed thoughts |
| I dreamed last night of the three weird sisters | To you they have showed some truth |
| If you shall cleave to my consent,when tis, | It shall make honour for you |
| Is this a dagger | which I see before me? |
| I see thee yet, in form as palpable | As this which now I draw |
| There's no such thing | It is the bloody business which informs/ Thus to mine eyes. |
| Thou sure and firm set earth | Hear not my steps |
| Whiles I threat he lives | Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. |
| Hear it not Duncan | for it is a knell |
| That which hath made them drunk | hath made me bold |
| I have drugged their possets | That death and nature do contend about them |
| Had he not resembled | My father as he slept, I had done't |
| This is a sorry sight. | A foolish thought to say a sorry sight. |
| There's one did laugh in's sleep | and one cried "Murder" |
| These deeds must not be thought | After these ways; so it will make us mad. |
| Sleep no more | Macbeth does murder sleep |
| Why did you bring these daggers from the place | They must lie there |
| I am afraid to think what I have done | Look on't I dare not |
| Infirm of purpose! | Give me the daggers. |
| If he do bleed | I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal |
| Will all great | Neptune's ocean wash this blood |
| My hands are of your colour | But I shame to wear a heart so white. |
| A little water | clears us of this deed |
| Get on your night gown | lest occasion call us and show us to be watchers |
| To know my deed | Twere best not know myself |
| Wake Duncan with thy knocking | I would thou couldst |
