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Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, thou lily-livered boy.
Call 'em. Let me see 'em.
Aye, but their senses are shut.
Look on't again I dare not.
Hath it slept since?
Your spirits shine through you.
-Renown and grace is dead. -[Lady Macbeth] Speak! Speak!
confronted him with self-comparisons.
[witch 1] Macbeth doth come.
And my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,
I have drugged their possets,
-Our tears are not yet brewed. -Let's not consort with them.
[horse whinnies]
And all my children?
was once thought honest.
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
The Thane of Cawdor lives. Why do you dress me in borrowed robes?
.
[Macbeth] Hang out our banners on the outward walls!
malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing… can touch him further.
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly.
Naught that I am, not for their own demerits, but for mine,
had I so sworn as you have done to this.
Aye, madam, but returns again tonight.
In which addition, hail, most worthy Thane.
where nothing, but who knows nothing, is once seen to smile.
within the volume of which time
He died as one that had been studied in his death
[chuckles]
And I have learned by the perfectest report,
And now a wood comes toward Dunsinane.
[guests murmur]
I will tomorrow unto the weird sisters. More shall they speak.
He grows worse and worse. Question enrages him.
He knows thy thought. Hear his speech, but say thou naught.
Whence is that knocking?
To the selfsame tune and words.
[bell tolls]
No, nor more fearful.
that my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
And with him, to leave no rubs nor botches in the work,
when living light should kiss it?
My soul is too much charged with blood of thine already.
have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums, and dashed the brains out,
Fair and noble hostess, we are your guest tonight.
Some say he's mad.
until great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill shall come against him.
This guest of summer, temple-haunting martlet,
Is he dispatched?
And Duncan's horses, a thing most strange and certain,
Look not so pale.
Knock, knock. Who's there?
[cawing]
But cruel are the times,
Malcolm and Donalbain,
and unfold this message ere he come,
and bade them speak to him.
and confused events new hatched to the woeful time.
I laid their daggers ready. He could not miss 'em!
Up! Up! And see the great doom's image!
And though I could with barefaced power sweep him from my sight
To leave his wife, to leave his babes, his mansion and his titles
Yet all this while in a most fast sleep.
And Thane of Cawdor too. Went it not so?
Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight with a new Gorgon.
The general cause?
Did you say all?
If't be so, for Banquo's issue have I filed my mind.
Why, then, 'tis time to do it.
What, man?
Your castle is surprised, your wife and babes savagely slaughtered.
But they did say their prayers, and addressed them again to sleep.
And damned be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!"
only vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself and falls on the other.
My voice is in my sword.
In the poisoned entrails throw.
[gasps]
Do not bid me speak. See, and then speak yourselves.
The English power is near, led on by Malcolm,
I'll devil-porter it no further. Anon!
[grunts]
which still hath been both grave and prosperous, in this day's council.
Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven…
compelled these skipping kerns to trust their heels…
Till that Macbeth and Banquo, lapped in proof,
No! No! No!
to throw away the dearest thing he owed, as 'twere a careless trifle.
It'll be rain tonight.
The worm that fled hath nature that in time will venom breed,
O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife.
Macduff is fled to England.