"Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his penthouse lid; He shall live
a man forbid: Weary . . ."
--- Act 1, Scene 3, Lines 18 - 22
"We will establish our estate upon Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter
The Prince of Cumberland"
--- Act 1, Scene 4, Lines 37 - 39
"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"
--- Act 1, Scene 4,
Lines 48 - 51
"Yet do I fear nature; It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness To catch the
--- Act 1, Scene 5, Lines 17 - 19
"Out, damned spot! Out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is
murky. Fie, my lord, fie! A soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our pow'r to accompt?
Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?"
--- Act 1, Scene 5, Lines 34 - 39
"God's benison go with you, and with those That would make good of bad, and friends
--- Act 2, Scene 4, Lines 40 - 41
"Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble."
Act 4, Scene 1, Lines 22 - 26
"Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! Beware Macduff! Beware the Thane of Fife. Dismiss
--- Act 4, Scene 1, Lines 71 - 72
"Be bloody, bold, and resolute! Laugh to scorn The pow'r of man, for none of woman
born Shall harm Macbeth."
--- Act 4, Scene 1, Lines 79 - 81
"Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care who chafes,
who frets, or where conspirers are: Macbeth shall never vanquished be until Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill Shall
come against him."
--- Act 4, Scene 1, Lines 90 - 94
"Wisdom! To leave his wife, to leave his babes, his mansion and his titles, in
a place from whence himself does fly? He loves us not; he wants the natural touch: for the poor wren, the most diminutive
of birds, will fight, her young ones in the nest, against the owl. All is the fear and nothing is the love; as little is the
wisdom, where the flight so runs against all reason."
--- Act 4, Scene 2, Lines 6 - 14
"Then the liars and swearers are fools; for there are liars and swearers enow
to beat the honest men and hang up them."
--- Act 4, Scene 2, Lines 54 - 56
"Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known, Though in your state of honor I am perfect. I doubt[fear] some
danger does approach you nearly; if you will take a homely man's adivice, Be not found here; hence, with your little ones.
To fright you thus, methinks I am too savage; to do worse to you were fell cruelty, Which is too nigh your person. Heaven
preserve you! I dare abide no longer."
--- Act 4, Scene 2, Lines 63 - 71
shall do so, But I must also feel it as a man. I cannot but remember such things were, that were most precious to me. Did
heaven look on, And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, they were all struck down for thee! Naught that I am, not for
their own demerits but for mine fell slaughter on their souls. Heaven rest them now!"
--- Act 4, Scene 3, Lines
220 - 227
"My way of life Is fallen into the sere, the yellow leaf; And that
which should accompany old age, As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but in their stead,
Curses not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not."
--- Act 5,
"Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow,
a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full
of sound and fury Signifying nothing."
--- Act 5, Scene 5, Lines 23 - 28
"I 'gin to be aweary of the sun, And wish th' estate
o' th' world were now undone."
--- Act 5, Scene 5, Lines 49 - 50
"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this
petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty
death. Out, out brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing."
5, Scene 5
"Despair thy charm, And let the angel
whom thou still hast served Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripped."
Act 5, Scene 8, Lines 13 - 16
Quotes taken from: http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~maggieoh/Macbeth/quotes.html