Macbeth: O full of scorpions, is my mind.
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Macbeth: O full of scorpions, is my mind.
Macbeth: I am in blood, stepped in so far.
Macbeth: So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Macbeth: Life's but a walking shadow. Honor. Love. Friends. But in there's death. Curses.
Macduff: I have no words. My voice is in my sword...
Witch: Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
Lady Macbeth: This is the very painting of your fear.
Witch: All hail Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter...
Macbeth: We have scorched the snake, not killed it.
Macbeth: I dare do all that may become a man. Who dares do more is none.
Macbeth: They say blood will have blood.
Lady Macbeth: I feel now the future in the instant.
Macbeth: I'll fight 'til from my bones my flesh be hacked.
Lady Macbeth: What? Will these hands never be clean? No more of that oh my lord. No more of that.
Macbeth: Who could refrain that had a heart to love, and in that heart courage to make love known?
Macbeth: Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow...
Lady Macbeth: O never shall sun that morrow see.
Lady Macbeth: Things without all remedy should be without regard. What's done is done.
Macbeth: Strange things I have in head that will to hand, which must be acted ere they may be scanned.
Macbeth: Full, full of scorpions, is my mind.
Macbeth: It will have blood. They say blood will have blood.
Banquo: Have we eaten on the insane root that takes the reason prisoner?
Duncan: Valiant Macbeth! Worthy gentleman! Great happiness.
Lady Macbeth: Thy letters have transported me beyond this ignorant present and I feel now the future in the instant.
Macbeth: If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly.
Macbeth: This blow might be the be-all and end-all here.
Macbeth: There's nothing serious in mortality. All is but toys.
Macbeth: Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?
Macbeth: To know my deed 'twere best not know myself.
Macduff: Shake off your downy sleep, man. Death's counterfeit. You come and look on death itself. Huh? Murder! Treason!
Macduff: Confusion now hath made his masterpiece. Most sacrilegious murder hath broke open the Lord's anointed temple.
Macbeth: Hold thee still. Things bad begun make themselves strong by ill.
Lady Macbeth: Hell is murky. What's done cannot be undone.
Young Boy Soldier: Be bloody, bold, and resolute. Laugh to scorn the power of man, for none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.
Lady Macbeth: You lack the season of all natures. Sleep.
Lennox: He cannot buckle his distempered cause within the belt of rule. Those he commands move only in command. Nothing in love.
Lady Macduff: This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, was once thought honest.
Macduff: Sinful Macduff! They were all struck for thee.
Lady Macbeth: Yet here's a spot. Out, damned spot! Out, I say!
Lady Macbeth: Here's the smell of the blood still. All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
Lady Macbeth: Will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that, my Lord. No more o' that. You mar all with this starting.
Lady Macbeth: Who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?
Macbeth: Full, full of scorpions, is my mind.
Macbeth: So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Lady Macbeth: This is the very painting of your fear.
Macbeth: We have scorched the snake, not killed it.
Macbeth: I dare do all that may become a man. Who dares do more is none.
Macbeth: It will have blood. They say blood will have blood.
Lady Macbeth: I feel now the future in the instant.
Macbeth: I'll fight 'til from my bones my flesh be hacked.
Lady Macbeth: What? Will these hands never be clean? No more of that oh my lord. No more of that.
Macbeth: Who could refrain that had a heart to love, and in that heart courage to make love known?
Lady Macbeth: Things without all remedy should be without regard. What's done is done.
Macbeth: Strange things I have in head that will to hand, which must be acted ere they may be scanned.
Macbeth: Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?
Lennox: He cannot buckle his distempered cause within the belt of rule. Those he commands move only in command. Nothing in love.
Lady Macduff: This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, was once thought honest.
Banquo: Have we eaten on the insane root that takes the reason prisoner?
Duncan: Valiant Macbeth! Worthy gentleman! Great happiness.
Lady Macbeth: Thy letters have transported me beyond this ignorant present and I feel now the future in the instant.
Macbeth: If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly.
Macbeth: This blow might be the be-all and end-all here.
Macbeth: There's nothing serious in mortality. All is but toys.
Macbeth: To know my deed 'twere best not know myself.
Macduff: Shake off your downy sleep, man. Death's counterfeit. You come and look on death itself. Huh? Murder! Treason!
Macduff: Confusion now hath made his masterpiece. Most sacrilegious murder hath broke open the Lord's anointed temple.
Macbeth: Hold thee still. Things bad begun make themselves strong by ill.
Lady Macbeth: Hell is murky. What's done cannot be undone.
Older Witch: When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain? Middle-Aged Witch: When the hurly-burly's done. When the battle's lost and won. Young Witch: Where the place? Middle-Aged Witch: Upon the battlefield, there to meet with Macbeth. Older Witch: Fair is foul, and foul is fair. Hover through the fog and filthy air.
Middle-Aged Witch: Macbeth. Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis. Older Witch: Macbeth. Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor. Middle-Aged Witch: All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter. Banquo: Good sir, why do you start and seem to fear things that do sound so fair?
Macbeth: If we should fail? Lady Macbeth: We fail. But screw your courage to the sticking place and we'll not fail.
Macduff: Turn, hell-hound, turn! Macbeth: Of all men else I have avoided thee. But get thee back. My soul is too much charged with blood of thine already. Macduff: I have no words. My voice is in my sword.
Duncan: Whence cam'st thou, noble Prince? Angus: From Fife, great King, where Norwegian banners flout the sky and fan our people cold, assisted by that most disloyal traitor, the Thane of Cawdor. Thane of Cawdor: God save the King. Duncan: No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive our bosom interest. Go pronounce his present death and with his former title greet Macbeth. Angus: I'll see it done. Duncan: What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.
Macbeth: My dearest love, Duncan comes here tonight. Lady Macbeth: And when goes hence? Macbeth: Tomorrow, as he purposes. Lady Macbeth: O never shall sun that morrow see!
Lady Macbeth: Wouldst thou have that which thou esteem'st the ornament of life and live a coward in thy own esteem, letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would"? Macbeth: Pr'ythee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man. Who dares do more is none.
Macbeth: Which of you have done this? Lennox: What, my good Lord? Macbeth: Thou canst not say that I did it!
