Out, out brief candle; lifes but a walking shadow.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
Is this a dagger which I see before me?
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace.
There’s no art to find the mind’s construction in the face.
All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter!
I am in blood, stepped in so far.
Whats done is done.
A little water clears us of this deed.
Double, double toil and trouble.
Life is a tale told by an idiot.
Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts.
When you durst do it, then you were a man.
The owl that shrieked the fatal bellman.
Out, out brief candle!
I could not say ‘Amen.’
No man born of woman shall harm Macbeth.
To be thus is nothing.
The thane of Cawdor lives; why do you dress me in borrowed robes?
I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent.
Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it.
At least we’ll die with harness on our back.
With my sword Ill make the sea red.
The witches prophecy is a mere shadow.
You may be late, but beware of the hour.
They’ve tied me to a stake; I cannot fly.
This castle hath a pleasant seat.
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.
I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table.
Whats past is prologue.
The crown does not protect you from fate.
Screw your courage to the sticking place.
We will speak further.
The wind blows many ways.
Nothing is but what is not.
To be thus is nothing; but to be safely thus.
In the day of my (dis)content.
I fear thou play’dst most foully for’t.
This is the very painting of your fear.
Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
All hail, Macbeth, and yet not Macbeth.
There’s husbandry in heaven; their candles are all out.
I have no guilt; my ambition knows no bounds.
What can you not say of a mans ambition?
By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.