Macbeth Quotes from William Shakespeares Famous Tragedy

'Macbeth' Quotes from William Shakespeare's Famous Tragedy Macbeth is one of William Shakespeares great tragedies. Theres murder, battles, supernatural portents, and all the other elements of a well-worked drama. Here are a few quotes from Macbeth. First Witch: When shall we three meet againIn thunder, lightning, or in rain?Second Witch: When the hurlyburlys done,When the battles lost and won.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.1Fair is foul, and foul is fair.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.1What bloody man is that?- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.2Sleep shall neither night nor dayHang upon his pent-house lid.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.3Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.3The weird sisters, hand in hand,Posters of the sea and land,Thus do go about, about.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.3What are theseSo witherd and so wild in their attire,That look not like the inhabitants o the earth,And yet are on t?- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.3If you can look into the seeds of time,And say which grain will grow and which will not.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.3Stands not within the prospect of belief.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.3Say, from whenceYou owe this strange intelligence? or wh yUpon this blasted heath you stop our wayWith such prophetic greeting?- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.3 Or have we eaten on the insane rootThat takes the reason prisoner?- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.3What! can the devil speak true?- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1. 3Two truths are told,As happy prologues to the swelling actOf the imperial theme.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.3Present fearsAre less than horrible imaginings.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.3Nothing isBut what is not.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.3If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.3Come what come may,Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.3Nothing in his lifeBecame him like the leaving it; he diedAs one that had been studied in his deathTo throw away the dearest thing he owed,As t were a careless trifle.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.4Theres no artTo find the minds construction in the face.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.4More is thy due than more than all can pay.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.4 Yet do I fear thy nature;It is too full o the milk of human kindness.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.5What thou wouldst highly,That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,And yet wouldst wrongly win.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.5Come, you spiritsThat tend on mortal thoughts! unsex me here,And fill me from the crown to the toe top fullOf direst cruelty; make thick my blood,Stop up the access and passage to remorse,That no compunctious visitings of natureShake my fell purpose.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.5Come to my womans breasts,And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.5Come, thick night,And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,To cry, Hold, hold!- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.5Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,Your hand, your t ongue: look like the innocent flower,But be the serpent under t.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.5 This castle hath a pleasant seat; the airNimbly and sweetly recommends itselfUnto our gentle senses.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.6The heavens breathSmells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this birdHath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle:Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed,The air is delicate.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.6If it were done when tis done, then twere wellIt were done quickly: if the assassinationCould trammel up the consequence, and catchWith his surcease success; that but this blowMight be the be-all and the end-all here,But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,Wed jump the life to come. But in these casesWe still have judgment here; that we but teachBloody instructions, which being taught, returnTo plague the inventor: this even-handed justiceCommends the ingredients of our poisoned chaliceTo our own lips.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.7Besides, this DuncanHath borne his faculties so meek, hath beenSo clear in his great office, that his virtuesWill plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, againstThe deep damnation of his taking-off;And pity, like a naked new-born babe,Striding the blast, or heavens cherubim, horsedUpon the sightless couriers of the air,Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spurTo prick the sides of my intent, but onlyVaulting ambition, which oerleaps itself,And falls on the other.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.7 I have boughtGolden opinions from all sorts of people.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.7Was the hope drunk,Wherein you dressd yourself? hath it slept since,And wakes it now, to look so green and paleAt what it did so freely? From this timeSuch I account thy love.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.7Letting I dare not wait upon I would,Like the poor cat i the adage.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.7I dare do all that may become a man;Who dares do more is none.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.7I have given suck, and knowHow 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 dashd the brains out, had I so sworn as youHave done to this.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.7Screw your courage to the sticking-place,And well not fail.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.7Bring forth men-children only;For thy undaunted mettle should composeNothing but males.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.7 Here are more quotes from Macbeth. 38. False face must hide what the false heart doth know.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.7 39. Theres husbandry in heaven;Their candles are all out.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.1 40. 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, sensibleTo feeling as to sight? or art thou butA dagger of the mind, a false creation,Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.1 41. Now oer the one half-worldNature seems dead.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.1 42. Thou sure and firm-set earth,Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fearThy very stones prate of my whereabout.  -William Shakespeare,  Macbeth, 2.1 43. The bell invites me.Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knellThat summons thee to heaven or to hell.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.1 44. That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold,What hath quenched them hath given me fire.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.2 45. It was the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman,Which gives the sternst good-night.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.2 47. The attempt and not the deedConfounds us.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.2 48. Had he not resembledMy father as he slept I had donet.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.2 49. Wherefore could I not pronounce Amen?I had most need of blessing, and AmenStuck in my throat.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.2 50. Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more!Macbeth does murder sleep! the innocent sleep,Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care,The death of each days life, sore labors bath,Balm of hurt minds, great natures second course,Chief nourisher in lifes feast.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.2 51. Glamis hath murdered sleep, and there CawdorShall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more!- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.2 52. I am afraid to think what I have done;Look ont again I dare not.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.2 53. Infirm of purpose!- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.2 54. Tis the eye of childhoodThat fears a painted devil.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.2 55. Will all great Neptunes ocean wash this bloodClean from my hand? No, this my hand will ratherThe multitudinous seas incarnadine,Making the green one red.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.2 56. A little water clears us of this deed.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.2 57. Heres a knocking, indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate he should have old turning the key. Knock, knock, knock! Whos there, i the name of Beelzebub? Heres a farmer that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.3 58. This place is too cold for hell. Ill devil-porter it no further: I had thought to have let in some of all professions, that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.3 59. Porter: Drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things. Macduff: What three things does drink especially provoke?Porter: Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.3 60. The labor we delight in physics pain.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.3 61. The night has been unruly: where we lay,Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say,Lamentings heard i the air; strange screams of death,And prophesying with accents terribleOf dire combustion and confused eventsNew hatched to the woeful time. The obscure birdClamored the livelong night: some say the earthWas feverous and did shake.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.3 62. Tongue nor heartCannot conceive nor name thee!- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.3 63. Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!Most sacrilegious murder hath broke opeThe Lords anointed temple, and stole thenceThe life o the building!- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.3 64. Shake off this downy sleep, deaths counterfeit,And look on death itself! up, up, and seeThe great dooms image!- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.3 65. Had I but lived an hour before this chance,I had lived a blessed time.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.3 66. Theres daggers in mens smiles.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.3 67. A falcon, towering in her pride of place,Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.4 68. Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin upThine own lifes means!- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 2.4 69. Thou hast it now: King, Cawdor, Glamis, all,As the weird women promised; and, I fear,Thou playdst most foully fort.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 3.1 70. I must become a borrower of the nightFor a dark hour or twain.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 3.1 71. Let every man be master of his timeTill seven at night.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 3.1 72. Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,Thence to be wrenchd with an unlineal hand,No son of mine succeeding.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 3.1 73. First Murderer: We are men, my liege.Macbeth: Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men,As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves are cliptAll by the name of dogs.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 3.1 74. Leave no rubs nor botches in the work.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 3.1 75. Lady Macbeth: Things without all remedyShould be without regard; whats done is done.Macbeth: We have scotched the snake, not killed it;Shell close and be herself, while our poor maliceRemains in danger of her former tooth.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 3.2 76. Duncan is in his grave;After lifes fitful fever he sleeps well:Treason has done his worst; nor steel, nor poison,Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,Can touch him further.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 3.2 Here are even more quotes from Macbeth, by William Shakespeare. 77. Ere the bat hath flownHis cloistered flight, ere, to black Hecates summonsThe shard-borne beetle with his drowsy humsHath rung nights yawning peal, there shall be doneA deed of dreadful note.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 3.2 78. Come, seeling night,Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day,And with thy bloody and invisible handCancel and tear to pieces that great bondWhich keeps me pale! Light thickens, and the crowMakes wing to the rooky wood;Good things of day begin to droop and drowse,Whiles nights black agents to their preys do rouse.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 3.2 79. Cancel and tear to pieces that great bondWhich keeps me pale! Light thickens, and the crowMakes wing to the rooky wood;Good things of day begin to droop and drowse,Whiles nights black agents to their preys do rouse.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 3.2 80. Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 3.2 81. The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day:Now spurs the lated traveller apaceTo gain the timely inn.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 3.3 82. But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound inTo saucy doubts and fears.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 3.4 83. Now, good digestion wait on appetite,And health on both!- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 3.4 84. Thou canst not say I did it; never shakeThy gory locks at me.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 3.4 85. What man dare, I dare:Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,The armed rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger,-Take any shape but that, and my firm nervesShall never tremble.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 3.4 86. Hence, horrible shadow!Unreal mockery, hence!- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 3.4 87. Stand not upon the order of your going,But go at once.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 3.4 88. Blood will have blood.William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 3.4 89. I am in bloodStepped in so far that, should I wade no more,Returning were as tedious as go oer.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 3.4 90. You lack the season of all natures, sleep.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 3.4 91. Round about the cauldron go;In the poisoned entrails throw.Toad, that under cold stoneDays and nights hast thirty-oneSweltered venom sleeping got,Boil thou first i the charmed pot.Double, double toil and trouble;Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 4.1 92. Eye of newt and toe of frog,Wool of bat and tongue of dog.Adders fork, and blind-worms sting,Lizards leg, and howlets wing,For a charm of powerful trouble,Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 4.1 93. Liver of blaspheming Jew,Gall of goat, and slips of yewSlivered in the moons eclipse,Nose of Turk, and Tartars lips,Finger of birth-strangled babeDitch-delivered by a drab,Make the gruel thick and slab.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 4.1 94. By the pricking of my thumbs,Something wicked this way comes.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 4.1 95. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 4.1 96. A deed without a name.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 4.1 97. Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scornThe power of man, for none of woman bornShall harm Macbeth.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 4.1 98. Ill make assurance double sure,And take a bond of fate.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 4.1 99. Macbeth shall never vanquished be untilGreat Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hillShall come against him.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 4.1 100. The weird sisters.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 4.1. 101. When our actions do not,Our fears do make us traitors.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 4.2 102. He loves us not;He wants the natural touch.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 4.2 103. Son: And must they all be hanged that swear and lie?Lady Macduff: Every one.Son: Who must hang them?Lady Macduff: Why, the honest men.Son: Then the liars and swearers are fools, for there are liars and swearers enow to beat the honest men, and hang up them.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 4.2 104. Stands Scotland where it did?- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 4.3 105. Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speakWhispers the oer-fraught heart and bids it break.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 4.3 106. What, all my pretty chickens and their damAt one fell swoop?- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 4.3 107. Out, damned spot! out, I say!- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 5.1 108. Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard?- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 5.1 109. Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 5.1 110. The Thane of Fife had a wife: where is she now?- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 5.1 111. All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 5.1 112. Whats done cannot be undone.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 5. 1 113. Foul whisperings are abroad. Unnatural deedsDo breed unnatural troubles; infected mindsTo their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets;More needs she the divine than the physician.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 5.1 114. Now does he feel his titleHang loose about him, like a giants robeUpon a dwarfish thief.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 5.2 115. Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,I cannot taint with fear.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 5.3 116. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!Where gottst thou that goose look?- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 5.3 117. I have lived long enough: my way of lifeIs falln into the sere, 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 steadCurses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath,Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 5.3 118. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,Raze out the written troubles of the brain,And with some sweet oblivious antidoteCleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuffWhich weighs upon the heart?- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 5.3 119. The patientMust minister to himself.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 5.3 Here are even more quotes from Macbeth, by William Shakespeare. 120. Throw physic to the dogs: Ill none of it.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 5. 3 121. The cry is still, They come!- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 5.5 122. I have almost forgot the taste of fears.The time has been my senses would have cooledTo hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hairWould at a dismal treatise rouse and stirAs life were int: I have supped full with horrors;Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts,Cannot once start me.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 5.5 123. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to dayTo the last syllable of recorded time,And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Lifes but a walking shadow, a poor playerThat struts and frets his hour upon the stageAnd then is heard no more: it is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 5.5 124. I gin to be aweary of the sun,And wish the estate o the world were now undone.Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack!At least well die with harness on our back.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 5.5 125. Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 5.6 126. I bear a charmed life.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 5. 8 127. Macduff was from his mothers wombUntimely ripped.- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 5.7 128. Lay on, Macduff,And damned be him that first cries, Hold, enough!- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 5.8