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| Knight | He never yet a boorish thing said in all his life to any, come what might; He was a true, a perfect gentle |
| Squire | Courteous he was, lowly and serviceable, And carved to serve his father at the table. |
| Yeoman | He knew the whole of woodcraft up and down. |
| Prioress | Her way of smiling very simple and coy. Her greatest oath was only "By St. Loy!" |
| Prioress | She was all sentiment and tender heart. Her viel was gathered in a seemly way, her nose was elegant, her eyes glass-grey; her mouth was very small, but soft and red, Her forehead, certainly, was fair of spread. |
| Monk | The rule of good St. Benet or St. Maur as old and strict he tended to ignore; He let go by the things of yesterday and took the modern world's more spacious way. |
| Monk | I saw his sleeves were garnished at the hand with fine grey fur, the finest in the land, And on his hood, to fasten it at his chin he had a wrought-gold cunningly fashioned pin; |
| Friar | He was an easy man in penance-giving where he could hope to make a decent living; |
| Friar | He knew the taverns well in every town and every innkeeper and barmaid too better than leapers, beggars and that crew |
| Merchant | He was an excellent fellow all the same; to tell the truth I do not know his name. |
| Oxford Cleric | He had not found the stone for making gold. |
| Oxford Cleric | A ton of moral virtue filled his speech and gladly he would learn and gladly teach. |
| Franklin | Woe to the cook unless the sauce was hot and sharp, or if he wasn't on the spot! |
| Franklin | As Sheriff he checked audit, every entry, he was a model among landed gentry. |
| Guildsmen (Haberdasher, Dyer, Carpenter, Weaver, Carpet-Maker) | Besides thier wives declared it was thier due. And if they did not think so, then they ought; To be called "Madam" is a glorius thought, And so is going to church and being seen having your mantle carried like a queen. |
| Cook | Make good thick soup and back a tasty pie, But what a pity- so it seemed to me, that he should have an ulcer on his knee. |
| Skipper | The nicer rules of conscience he ignored. If, when he fought, the enemy vessel sank, he sent his prisoners home; they walked the plank. |
| Doctor | And kept the gold he won in pestilences. Gold stimulates the heart, or so we're told. he therefore had a special love of gold. |
| Wife of Bath | She had gap-teeth, set widely, truth to say. |
| Wife of Bath | Large hips, her heels spurred sharply under that. In company she liked to laugh and chat and knew the remedies for love's mischances. An art in which she knew the oldest dances. |
| Parson | That if gold rust, what then will iron do? |
| Parson | He sought no pomp or glory in his dealings, no scrupulosity had spiced his feelings. Christ and His Twelve Apostles and their lore He taught, but followed it himself before. |
| Plowman | Loving God best with all his heart and mind and then his neighbor as himself, repined at no misfortune, slacked for no content, For steadily about his work he went to thrash his corn, to dig or to manure Or make a ditch; and he would help the poor. |
| Plowman | He paid his tithes in full when they were due on what he owned and on his earnings too. |
| Miller | A wrangler and buffoon, he had a store of tavern stories, filthy in the main. His was a master-hand at stealing grain. |
| Reeve | No one had ever caught him in arrears. No baliff, serf or herdsman dared to kick, feared like the plague he was, by those beneath. he had a lovely dwelling on a heath. |
| Pardoner | I judge he was a gelding or a mare. |
| Pardoner | In church he was a noble ecclesiast how well he read a lesson or told a story! But best of all he sang at offertory, for well he knew that when that song was sung he'd have to preach and tune his honey tongue and well he could win silver from the crowd. That's why he sang so merrily and loud. |
| Witches | Fair is foul, and foul is fair. Hover through the fog and filthy air. |
| Sergeant | As two spent swimmers that do cling together and choke their art. |
| Duncan | What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won. |
| Macbeth | So foul and fair a day I have not seen. |
| Macbeth | Your children shall be kings. |
| Ross | He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor. |
| Banquo | But tis strange and oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the instruments of darkness tell us truths. Win us with honest trifles, to betray's in deepest consequence. |
| Macbeth | If chance will have me King, why, chance may crown me, without my stir. |
| Macbeth | Come what may, time and hour runs through the roughest day. |
| Malcolm | Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it. |
| Duncan | There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face. |
| Lady Macbeth | Yet I do fear thy nature it is too full o' the milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way. |
| Lady Macbeth | Your face, my Thane, is as a book where men may read strange matters. To beguile the time, look like the time, bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue. Look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under't. |
| Macbeth | Bloody instructions, which being taught return to plague the inventor. |
| Macbeth | I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself and falls on the other. |
| Macbeth | I dare do all that may become a man who dares do more is none. |
| Lady Macbeth | But screw your courage to the sticking-place and we'll not fail. |
| Macbeth | Bring forth men children only, for thy undaunted mettle should compose nothing but males. |
| Macbeth | False face must hide what the false face doth know. |
| Macbeth | Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell that summons thee to Heaven, or to Hell. |
| Lady Macbeth | That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold, what hath quenched them hath given me fire. |
| Lady Macbeth | The attempt and not the deed confounds us. |
| Lady Macbeth | Had he not resembled my father as he slept, I had done 't. |
| Macbeth | This is a sorry sight. |
| Lady Macbeth | A foolish thought to say a sorry sight. |
| Macbeth | Me though I heard a voice cry, sleep no more, Macbeth does murder sleep........Macbeth shall sleep no more. |
| Lady Macbeth | The sleeping and the dead are but as pictures. Tis the eye of the childhood that fears a painted devil. If he do bleed. |
| Macbeth | Will all great neptune's oceans wash this blood clean from my hand? No, my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red. |
| Lady Macbeth | A little water clears us of this deed. |
| Macbeth | Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst! |
| Macbeth | Oh, yet I do repent me of my fury that I did kill them. |
| Malcolm | To show unferth sorrow is an office which false man does easy. I'll to England. |
| Donalbain | Where we are, there's daggers in men's smiles. The near in blood, the nearer bloody. (To Ireland) |
| Malcolm | There's warrent in that theft which steals itself when there's no mercy left. |
| Old Man | God's benison go with you, and with those that would make good of bad and friends of foes! |
| Banquo | Thou hast it now. King, Cawdor, Glamis, all as the wierd women promised, and I fear, thou play'dst most foully for 't. |
| Macbeth | As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, sloughs, water rugs, and demiwolves, are clept all by the name of dogs; the valued file distinguished the swift, the slow, the subbtle, the housekeeper, the hunter, every one according to the gift which bounteous Nature hath in him closed, whereby he does recieve particular addition from the bill that writes them all alike. And so of men. Now if you have a station in the file. |
| Macbeth | Duncan is in his grave. After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel, nor prison, malice domestic, froeign levy, nothing can touch him further. |
| Macbeth | It will have blood. They say blood will have blood. |
| Macbeth | I am in blood stepped so far that I should wade no more, returning were as tedious as go o'er. |
| Hecate | And you all know security is mortals chiefest enemy. |
| Macbeth | Infected be the air whereon they ride, and damned all those that trust them! |
| Macbeth | From this moment the very fistlings of my heart shall be the firstlings of my hand. And even now, to crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done. |
| Macduff | Not in the legions of horrid Hell can come a devil more damned in evils to top Macbeth. |
| Macduff | Fit to govern! No, not to live. |
| Malcolm | Recieve what cheer you may, the night is long that never finds the day. |
| Macbeth | the mind I sway by and the heart I bear Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear. |
| Macbeth | I 'gin to be aweary of the sun, and wish the estate o' the world were now undone. |
| Hamlet | Frailty, thy name is woman! |
| Hamlet | Foul deeds will rise, though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. |
| Polonius | Niether a borrower nor a lender be...... |
| Marcellus | Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. |
| Polonius | Since brevity is the soul of wit; and tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief. |
| Queen | More matter with less art. |
| Polonius | Though this be madness there is method in 't. |
| Hamlet | For there is nothing neither good or bad but thinking makes it so. |
| Hamlet | I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw. |
| Hamlet | Use them after your own honor and dignity. The less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. |
| Hamlet | I'll have grounds more relative than this. The play's the thing wherein i'll catch the conscience of the king. |
| King | Madness in great ones must not unwatched go. |
| Queen | The lady doth protest too much, me thinks. |
| Hamlet | I will speak daggers to her but use none. |
| King | My words fly up, my thoughts remain below. Words without thoughts never to heaven go. |
| Hamlet | A king of shreds and patches. |
| King | When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battlions. |
