MACBETH. FIRST WITCH. When shall we three meet again? CAPTAIN. The multiplying villainies of nature BANQUO. Or have we eaten on the insane root That takes the reason prisoner? Act 1, Sc. 1, l. 1. Act 1, Sc. 1, l. 11. Act 1, Sc. 3, l. 84. BANQUO. And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, In deepest consequence. Act 1, Sc. 3, l. 123. Became him like the leaving it: he died As one that had been studied in his death, To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd, DUNCAN. Act 1, Sc. 4, l. 7. There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face. DUNCAN. Act 1, Sc. 4, l. 12. Thou art so far before That swiftest wing of recompense is slow To overtake thee; 'would thou hadst less de serv'd, That the proportion both of thanks and payment Might have been mine! only I have left to say More is thy due than more than all can pay. LADY MACBETH. Act 1, Sc. 4, l. 16. What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win. LADY MACBETH. Act 1, Sc. 5, l. 19. Thy letters have transported me beyond The future in the instant. Act 1, Sc. 5, l. 53. DUNCAN. Nimbly and sweetly the air recommends itself MACBETH. Act 1, Sc. 6, l. 1. If it were done, when 't is done, then 't were well It were done quickly: if th' assassination Could trammel up But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Act 1, Sc. 7, l. 1. LADY MACBETH. Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dress'd yourself? Act 1, Sc. 7, l. 35. LADY MACBETH. Letting "I dare not wait upon Like the poor cat i' th' adage? MACBETH. "I would," Act 1, Sc. 7, l. 44. I dare do all that may become a man; LADY MACBETH. Act 1, Sc. 7, l. 46. But screw your courage to the sticking place, And we 'll not fail. MACBETH. Act 1, Sc. 7, l. 60. I am settled, and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show: False face must hide what the false heart doth know. MACBETH. Act 1, Sc. 7, l. 79. Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. To feeling as to sight? or art thou but As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use, Mine eyes are made the fools o' th' other senses, Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still; It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my where-about, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell. LADY MACBETH. Act 2, Sc. 1, l. 33. The attempt and not the deed Confounds us. Act 2, Sc. 2, 1. 10. |