Term
If 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 here, upon this bank and [shoal] of time,
We’ld jump the life to come. |
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Macbeth
Macbeth
Act 1 Scene VII |
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To bed, to bed; there’s knocking at the gate.
Come, come, come, come, give me your have
What’s done cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed. |
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And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tells us truths,
Win us with honest trifles. To betray us
In deepest consequence -- |
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Macbeth
Banquo
Speaking about the witches and their prophesy |
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This supernatural soliciting
Cannot be ill; cannot be good. I fill,
Why hath it given me earnest of success,
Commencing in a truth? |
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Macbeth
Macbeth
Talking to himself about the witches prophesy of him becoming King |
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Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings:
My thought, whose murther yet is but fantastical
Shakes so my single state of man that function
Is smothered in surmise and nothing is
But what is not. |
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Macbeth
Macbeth
Speaking about the possible murder of the king |
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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. |
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Macbeth
Lady Macbeth
Advising Macbeth |
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Bring forth men-children only!
For thy undaunted mettle should compose
Nothing but males. |
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Macbeth
Macbeth
Speaking to Lady M. |
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Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valor
As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem’st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem,
Letting “I dare not” wait upon “I would”
Like the poor cat in the adage? |
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Macbeth
Lady M
Questioning Macbeths manhood |
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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. |
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Had he not resembled
My father as he slept, I had done’t |
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Macbeth
Lady M
Talking about killing Duncan |
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My hands are of your color, but I shame
To wear a heart so white. I hear a knocking
At the South entry. Retire we to chamber.
A little water clears us of this deed. |
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Macbeth
Lady M
Referring to murder of Duncan and guards |
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Infirm of purpose!
Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead
Are but as pictures; ‘tis the eye of childhood
That fears a painted devil. |
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Out damn’d 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 so much blood
In him? |
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I pull in resolution, and bein
To doubt th’ equivocation of the fiend
That lies like truth. |
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Macbeth
Macbeth
Speaking about witches |
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Be bloody, bold, and resolute: laugh to
Scorn
The pow’r of man; for none of woman born
Shall harm Macbeth |
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Macbeth
Witch 2
Second prophesy to Macbeth |
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Macbeth shall never vanquish’d be until
Great Burnan wood to high Dunsinane hill
Shall come against him |
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Macbeth
Witch 3
Prophesy to Macbeth |
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And be these juggling fiends no more believ’d
That patter with us in a double sense,
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope. I’ll not fight with thee. |
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Macbeth
Macbeth
Speaking to Macduff before they fight |
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For brave Macbeth (well he serves that name)
Disdaining Fortune, with his brandish’d steel,
Which smok’d with bloody execution
(Like valor’s minion) carv’d out his passage
Till he fac’d the slave;
Which nev’r shook hands, more bade farewell to him
Till he unseam’d him from the nave to the chops,
And fix’d his head upon our battlements. |
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Macbeth
Sergeant
Describing Macbeth at the beginning of the play |
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Yet do I fear thy nature,
It is too full o’ the milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great,
Are not without ambition , but without
The illness should attend it |
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Macbeth
Lady M
After reading the letter M sent her about the witches prophesy |
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Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gain out peace, have sent to peace
Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless ectasy. Duncan is in his grave;
After life’s fitful fever he sleeps well/
Treason has done his worst; nor steel, nor poison,
Malic domestic, foreign levy, nothing
Can touch him further. |
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Macbeth
Macbeth
Remorse for killing Duncan |
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I am in blood
Stepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o’er
Strange things I have in head, that will to hand,
Which must be acted ere they may be scanned. |
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If’t be so,
For Banquo’s issue have I fil’d my mind,
For them the gracious Duncan have I murther’d
Put rancors in the vessel of my peace
Only for them, and mine eternal jewel
Given to the common enemy of man,
To make them kings—the seeds of Banquo kings! |
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So wither’d and so wild in their attire
That look not like the 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 woman
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so. |
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Macbeth
Banquo
Speaking about the witches |
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Cure [her] of that.
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas’d
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuff’d bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart? |
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Macbeth
Macbeth
Talking to the doctor about Lady M |
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--What’s the disease he means?
--Tis call’d the evil:
A most miraculous work in this good king,
Which often, since my here-remain in England,
I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven.
Himself best knows; but strangely visited people
All swoll’n and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye,
The mere despair of surgery, he cures.
Hanging a golden stamp about their necks
Put on with holy prayers, and ‘tis spoken
To the succeeding royalty he leaves
The healing benediction |
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Macbeth
Macduff (first question)
Malcolm (the response) |
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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 false creation.
Proceeding from the hear-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which I now draw. |
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I conjure you, by that which you profess
(How e’er you come to know it). Answer me:
Though you untie the winds and let them fight
Against the churches; though the yesty waves
Confound and swallow navigation up;
Though bladed corn be lodg’d and trees blown down;
Though castles topple on their warders heads;
Though palaces and pyramids do slope
Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure
Of nature’s [germains] tumble all together,
Even till destruction sicken: answer me
To what I ask you. |
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Macbeth
Macbeth
Speaking to witches |
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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 murthers on their crowns,
And push us from our stools. |
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To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all of 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. |
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--I am sick at heart
When I behold—Seyton, I say!—This push
Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.
I have liv’d long enough: my way of life
Is fall’n into the sear, 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. |
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Come you spirits
That tend to mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe topful
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]! Come to my woman’s breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murth’ring ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature’s mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife see not the would it makes,
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark
To cry, “Hold, hold!’ |
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