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| "When shall we three meet again/ In thunder, lightening, or in rain?" | witches |
| "Fair is Foul, and foul is fair." | witches |
| But all’s too weak, For brave Macbeth—well he deserves that name— Disdaining fortune, with his brandished steel, Which smoked with bloody execution, Like valor’s minion carved out his passage Till he faced the slave; | captain |
| No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death, And with his former title greet Macbeth. | Duncan |
| "So foul and fair a day I have not seen." | macbeth |
| 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. | Banquo |
| This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill, cannot be good. If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth? | Macbeth |
| The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. 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. | Lady Macbeth |
| Look like the innocent flour But be the serpent under't | Lady Macbeth |
| If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere 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, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We’d jump the life to come. | Macbeth |
| At more time, The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak/ Our free hearts each to other. | Macbeth |
| There is no art To find the mind's construction in the face." | Duncan |
| Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes, And you whose places are the nearest, know We will establish our estate upon Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter The prince of Cumberland; | Duncan |
| The prince of Cumberland! That is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires. | Macbeth |
| Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great, Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it. | Lady Macbeth |
| "Fair and noble hostess We are your guest tonight." | Duncan |
| I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition which o'rleaps itself and falls on th' other. | Macbeth |
| When you durst do it then you were a man; And to be more than what you were, you would be so much more the man. | Lady Macbeth |
| This castle hath a pleasant seat. The air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. | Duncan |
