The following 99 quotes match your criteria:
| Author: William Shakespeare |
1 W. When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
2 W. When the hurlyburly ’s done,
When the battle ’s lost and won. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his pent-house lid. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 3.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
What are these
So wither’d and so wild in their attire,
That look not like the inhabitants o’ the earth,
And yet are on ’t? |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 3.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
If you can look into the seeds of time,
And say which grain will grow and which will not. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 3.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
The earth hath bubbles as the water has,
And these are of them. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 3.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
The insane root
That takes the reason prisoner. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 3.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
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. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 3.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 3.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature. Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 3.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
| If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 3.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 3.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it; he died
As one that had been studied in his death
To throw away the dearest thing he owed,
As ’t were a careless trifle. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 4.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
There ’s no art
To find the mind’s construction in the face. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 4.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
| More is thy due than more than all can pay. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 4.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o’ the milk of human kindness. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 5.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
What thou wouldst highly,
That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 5.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 5.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under ’t. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 5.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 5.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 6.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
The heaven’s breath
Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,
Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle:
Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed,
The air is delicate. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 6.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
If it were done when ’t is done, then ’t were 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 |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 7.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off;
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
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| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 7.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 7.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Letting “I dare not” wait upon “I would,”
Like the poor cat i’ the adage. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 7.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 7.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Macb. If we should fail?
Lady M. We fail!
But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And we ’ll not fail. |
| Macbeth. ACT I Scene 7.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
There ’s husbandry in heaven;
Their candles are all out. |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a fal |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
| Thou marshall’st me the way that I was going. |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Now o’er the one half-world
Nature seems dead. |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout. |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
The bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell. |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
It was the owl that shriek’d, the fatal bellman,
Which gives the stern’st good-night. |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
I had most need of blessing, and “Amen”
Stuck in my throat. |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Methought I heard a voice cry, “Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep!” the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravell’d sleave of care,
The death of each day’s life, sore labour’s bath,
Balm of hurt minds, grea |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
’T is the eye of childhood
That fears a painted devil. |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making the green one red. |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Dire combustion and confused events
New hatch’d to the woful time. |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 3.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Tongue nor heart
Cannot conceive nor name thee! |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 3.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
The Lord’s anointed temple, and stole thence
The life o’ the building! |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 3.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of. |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 3.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious,
Loyal and neutral, in a moment? |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 3.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawk’d at and kill’d. |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 4.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up
Thine own life’s means! |
| Macbeth. ACT II Scene 4.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
I must become a borrower of the night
For a dark hour or twain. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Let every man be master of his time
Till seven at night. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,
And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
Thence to be wrench’d with an unlineal hand,
No son of mine succeeding. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Mur. We are men, my liege.
Mac. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
I am one, my liege,
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Have so incensed that I am reckless what
I do to spite the world. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
So weary with disasters, tugg’d with fortune,
That I would set my life on any chance,
To mend it, or be rid on ’t. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Things without all remedy
Should be without regard; what ’s done is done. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
| We have scotch’d the snake, not kill’d it. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave;
After life’s fitful fever he sleeps well:
Treason has done his worst; nor stee |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
Till thou applaud the deed. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
| Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 2.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Now spurs the lated traveller apace
To gain the timely inn. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 3.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
But now I am cabin’d, cribb’d, confined, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both! |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Thou canst not say I did it; never shake
Thy gory locks at me. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
The time has been,
That when the brains were out the man would die,
And there an end; but now they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
| I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with! |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
A thing of custom,—’t is no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
What man dare, I dare:
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm’d rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger,—
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Hence, horrible shadow!
Unreal mockery, hence! |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
You have displac’d the mirth, broke the good meeting,
With most admir’d disorder. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Can such things be,
And overcome us like a summer’s cloud,
Without our special wonder? |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Macb. What is the night?
L. Macb. Almost at odds with morning, which is which. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
I am in blood
Stepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o’er. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 4.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
My little spirit, see,
Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. |
| Macbeth. ACT III Scene 5.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. |
| Macbeth. ACT IV Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog. |
| Macbeth. ACT IV Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, locks,
Whoever knocks! |
| Macbeth. ACT IV Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
| How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! |
| Macbeth. ACT IV Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
I ’ll make assurance double sure,
And take a bond of fate. |
| Macbeth. ACT IV Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;
Come like shadows, so depart! |
| Macbeth. ACT IV Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
| What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? |
| Macbeth. ACT IV Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
I ’ll charm the air to give a sound,
While you perform your antic round. |
| Macbeth. ACT IV Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
The flighty purpose never is o’ertook,
Unless the deed go with it. |
| Macbeth. ACT IV Scene 1.
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| Author: William Shakespeare |
When our actions do not,
Our fears do make us traitors. |
| Macbeth. ACT IV Scene 2.
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