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Macbeth:
why do you dress me
In borrowed robes?
Macbeth:
Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep'
The Witches:
Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none
Lady Macbeth:
A little water clears us of this deed
Lady Macbeth:
thou wouldst be great;
Art not without ambition, but without
The illness should attend it
Macbeth:
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none
Lady Macbeth:
Out, damned spot! out, I say!
First Apparition:
beware Macduff
Second Apparition:
Be bloody, bold, and resolute: laugh to scorn
The power of man; for none of woman born
Shall harm Macbeth
Banquo:
Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
As the weird women promised, and I fear
Thou play'dst most foully for't
Macbeth:
It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood
Second Witch
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes
Malcolm:
Macbeth
Is ripe for shaking
Sergeant:
brave Macbeth – well he deserves that name
Malcolm:
this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen
The Witches:
All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king hereafter
Macbeth:
Till Birnam Wood remove to Dunsinane
I cannot taint with fear
Macbeth:
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand?
Third Apparition
Macbeth shall never vanquished be until
Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill
Shall come against him
Lady Macbeth:
look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under't
Macduff:
Not in the legions
Of horrid hell can come a devil more damned
In evils to top Macbeth
Malcolm:
Let every soldier hew him down a bough,
And bear't before him
Malcolm:
I think our country sinks beneath the yoke,
It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gash
Is added to her wounds
Macduff:
Macduff was from his mother's womb
Untimely ripped
Macbeth:
What's he
That was not born of woman? Such a one
I am to fear, or none
Lady Macbeth:
The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements
Lady Macbeth:
I have given suck, and know
How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me –
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums,
And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn
Lennox:
Some holy angel
Fly to the court of England and unfold
He message ere he come, that a swift blessing
May soon return to this our suffering country
Under a hand accursed!
The Witches:
Fair is foul, and foul is fair