"Come, you spiritsThat tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood.
Stop up th’ access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between Th’ effect and it."

"Fair is foul, and foul is fair"

"But screw your courage to the sticking place and we’ll not fail."

"False face must hide what the false heart doth know"

"Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under 't"

"Nothing in his life became him like the leaving of it"

"If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere done quickly..."

"Your face, my thane, is as a book where men may read strange matters"

"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 consequences"

"I have no spurs to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which overleaps itself and falls on the other"

"Yet I do fear thy nature; it is too full o' the milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way"

"The attempt and not the deed confounds us"

"Methought I heard a voice cry “Sleep no more!Macbeth does murder sleep”—the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care, The death of each day’s life, sore labor’s bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course, Chief nourisher in life’s feast."

"The sleeping and the dead are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil"

"To show an unfelt sorrow is an office which the false man does easy"

"A falcon, towering in her pride of place, was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd"

"By th’ clock ’tis day,And yet dark night strangles the traveling lamp. Is ’t night’s predominance or the day’s shame that darkness does the face of earth entomb when living light should kiss it?"

"What are these,So withered, and so wild in their attire, that look not like th’ inhabitants o’ th’ Earth and yet are on ’t?—Live you? Or are you aught that man may question? You seem to understand
me by each at once her choppy finger laying upon her skinny lips. You should be women, and yet your beards forbid me to interpret that you are so."

"Thrice to thine and thrice to mine and thrice again, to make up nine. Peace, the charm’s wound up."

"Do you not hope your children shall be kings, when those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me promised no less to them?"

"Welcome hither.I have begun to plant thee and will labor to make thee full of growing.—Noble Banquo, that hast no less deserved nor must be known no less to have done so, let me enfold thee and hold thee to my heart."

"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."

"Hie thee hither, that I may pour my spirits in thine ear and chastise with the valor of my tongue all that impedes thee from the golden round, which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem to have thee crowned withal."

"This castle hath a pleasant seat. The air nimbly and sweetly recommends itself unto our gentle senses."

"We will proceed no further in this business. He hath honored me of late, and I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people, which would be worn now in their newest gloss, not cast aside so soon."

"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."

"This is the sergeant, who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought ’gainst my captivity.—Hail, brave friend! Say to the King the knowledge of the broil as thou didst leave it."

"Well, may you see things well done there. Adieu, lest our old robes sit easier than our new."

"What should be spoken here, where our fate, hid in an auger hole, may rush and seize us? Let’s away. Our tears are not yet brewed."