The Tragedy of Macbeth Edit

A deed without a name.

A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.

A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, and yet I would not sleep.

A kind good night to all.

A poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage

A stronger and a better soldier none that Christendom gives out.

Accursed be thy tongue that tells me so.

After he was dead.

After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.

Afterwards seal it, and again return to bed.

Against the deep damnation of his taking off.

Ah, 'tis better thee without than he within.

Ah, so foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Alack!

Alas, the day. What good could they pretend?

All hail, King of Scotland.

All hail.

All is confirmed, my lord, which was reported.

All my pretty ones?

All our service in every point twice done and then done double

All that impedes thee from the golden round.

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.

All. As the weird women promised.

Almost afraid to know itself.

Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

Always thought that I require a clearness.

Amen.

And all my children?

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.

And all thing unbecoming.

And all unfortunate souls that trace him in his line.

And bade them speak to him.

And be all traitors that do so?

And beat them backward home.

And bend up each corporal agent to this terrible feat.

And best knows the fits of the season.

And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not.

And catch with his surcease success,

And chastise with the valor of my tongue

And confused events new hatched to the woeful time.

And crows and rooks brought forth the secret'st man of blood.

And damned all those that trust them!

And damned be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!"

And drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things.

And Duncan's horses, a thing most strange and certain,

And even now, to crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done.

And fill me from the crown to the toe topful of direst cruelty.

And fixed his head upon our battlements.

And his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature for ruin's wasteful entrance.

And I another.

And I feel now the future in the instant.

And I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people,

And I have learned by the perfectest report,

And I will put that business in your bosoms,

And in his royalty of nature reigns that which would be feared.

And in such bloody distance,

And in that heart courage to make his love known?

And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, when mine are blanched with fear.

And know how tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me.

And let the angel whom thou still hast served tell thee,

And like good men bestride our downfall birthdom.

And live a coward in thine own esteem,

And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, against the use of nature?

And mine eternal jewel given to the common enemy of man,

And my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse

And new supplies of men began a fresh assault.

And none serve with him but constrained things

And nothing is, but what is not.

And now a wood comes toward Dunsinane.

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,

And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, which was not so before.

And one cried, "Murder!" that they did wake each other.

And our safest way is to avoid the aim.

And pity, like a naked newborn babe, striding the blast,

And push us to our stools!

And question this most bloody piece of work, to know it further.

And referred me to the coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that shalt be.'

And say which grain will grow and which will not,

And sent forth great largess to your offices.

And shalt be what thou art promised.

And sleep in spite of thunder.

And so I do commend them to your backs.

And stir as if life were in't.

And stole thence the life of the building.

And such an instrument I was to use.

And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,

And Thane of Cawdor too. Went it not so?

And that which should accompany old age,

And the crow makes wing to the rooky wood.

And the mere lees is left this vault to brag of.

And the receipt of reason a limbeck only.

And the right valiant Banquo walked too late.

And the surfeited grooms do mock their charge with snores.

And then is heard no more.

And thence it is that I to your assistance do make love,

And there weep our sad bosoms empty.

And these are of them. Whither are they vanished?

And this report hath so exasperate Macbeth that he prepares for some attempt at war.

And though I could with barefaced power sweep him from my sight

And thrice again to make up, uh

And to be baited with the rabble's curse.

And to be king stands not within the prospect of belief.

And unfold this message ere he come,

And wakes it now, to look so green and pale at what it did so freely?

And wears upon his baby brow the round and top of sovereignty?

And what seemed corporal melted as breath into the wind.

And what we have to do to the direction just.

And what will you do now? How will you live?

And when goes hence?

And when he reads thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,

And when we have our naked frailties hid, which suffer in exposure,

And will endure our setting down before it.

And with him, to leave no rubs nor botches in the work,

And with his former title…

And with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom

And with thy bloody and invisible hand

And yelled out like syllable of dolor.

And yet dark night strangles the traveling lamp.

And you shall put this night's great business into my dispatch.

And you whose places are the nearest,

And, "Amen," the other,

And, as they say, lamentings heard in the air.

And, for an earnest of a greater honor,

And, I fear, thou play'dst most foully for it.

And, to be more than what you were, you would be so much more the man.

And, to conclude…

And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,

Anon we'll drink a measure the table round.

Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight with a new Gorgon.

Are ye fantastical? Or that indeed which outwardly ye show?

Are you so…

Arm, arm, and out!

Art not without ambition, but without the illness should attend it.

Art thou afeard to be the same in thine own act and valor as thou art in desire?

Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feeling as to sight?

As far, my lord, as will fill up the time 'twixt this and supper.

As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites, to countenance this horror!

As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends,

As night's black agents to their prey do rouse.

As she is troubled with thick coming fancies that keep her from her rest.

As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.

As they had seen me with these hangman's hands.

As they would make war with mankind.

As troubled with man's act, threatens the bloody stage.

As two spent swimmers that do cling together and choke their art.

As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine

As we shall make our griefs and clamor roar upon his death?

At first and last the hearty welcome.

At least we'll die with harness on our back.

At once, good night.

Attend those men our pleasure?

Augurs and understood relations have by the magpies

Avaunt! Quit my sight!

Awake! Awake! Ring the alarum bell!

Away, and mock the time with fairest show.

Aye, and a bold one,

Aye, but their senses are shut.

Aye, in the catalog ye go for men.

Aye, madam, but returns again tonight.

Aye, my good lord.

Aye, my good lord.

Aye, my good lord.

Aye, that he was.

Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,

Banquo and Macbeth.

Be bloody, bold and resolute.

Be bright and jovial among your guests tonight.

Be comforted.

Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,

Be not a ****ard of your speech. How goes it?

Be not found here.

Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.

Beauteous and swift,

Being not of woman born, yet I will try the last.

Being unprepared, our will became the servant to defect,

Besides her walking and other actual performances,

Besides the Thane of Cawdor.

Besides, this Duncan hath borne his faculties so meek,

Better be with the dead, whom we, to gain our peace,

Beware Macduff.

Beware the Thane of Fife.

Bless you, fair dame!

Blood will have blood.

Blow, wind! Come, wrack!

Both of you know Banquo was your enemy.

Bring forth men children only.

Broke the good meeting, with most admired disorder.

Broke their stalls, flung out, contending 'gainst obedience,

But 'tis strange.

But all's too weak.

But Banquo's safe?

But cruel are the times,

But float upon a wild and violent sea each way and none.

But for your husband, he is noble, wise, judicious,

But he rides well. And his great love, sharp as his spur,

But here… [sighs]

But hush. No more.

But I have words that would be howled out in the desert air,

But I must also feel it as a man.

But in them nature's copy is not eterne.

But in these cases we still have judgment here.

But know not how to do it.

But no more sights!

But now they rise again, with twenty mortal murders on their crowns,

But of that tomorrow,

But screw your courage to the sticking place, and we'll not fail.

But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine on all deservers.

But that myself should be the root and father of many kings.

But the Norwegian lord, surveying vantage, with furbished arms

But they did say their prayers, and addressed them again to sleep.

But this bird hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle.

But this sore night hath trifled former knowings.

But treasons capital, confessed and proved…

But under heavy judgment bears that life which he deserves to lose.

But we'll take tomorrow.

But what is this that rises like the issue of a king,

But wherefore could not I pronounce "amen"?

But, for certain, he cannot buckle his distempered cause within the belt of rule.

But, gentle heavens, cut short all intermission.

By being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee.

By that which you profess, howe'er you come to know it, answer me.

By the clock, 'tis day,

By which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me

By whom?

Call 'em. Let me see 'em.

Came missives from the king, who all hailed me 'Thane of Cawdor,'

Can such things be and overcome us like a summer's cloud,

Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond which keeps me pale.

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,

Come in time. Here you'll sweat for it.

Come in, tailor. Here you may roast your goose.

Come on. Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks.

Come to my woman's breasts

Come what come may.

Come, come. Give me your hand.

Come, seeling night,

Come, thick night, and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,

Come, we'll to sleep.

Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts.

Come…

Compelled these skipping kerns to trust their heels…

Conduct me to mine host.

Confronted him with self comparisons.

Consider it not so deeply.

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

Cure her of that.

Death of thy soul.

Despair thy charm.

Did heaven look on, and would not take their part?

Did you say all?

Did you send to him, sir?

Didst thou not hear a noise?

Discerning fortune, with his brandished steel which smoked with bloody execution,

Dismayed not this our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?

Ditch delivered by a drab.

Do not bid me speak. See, and then speak yourselves.

Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends.

Do we but find the tyrant's power tonight,

Do you find your patience so predominant in your nature that you can let this go?

Do you not hope your children shall be kings?

Does approve, by his loved mansionry,

Double, double toil and trouble.

Double, double toil and trouble. Fire burn, and cauldron bubble…

Doubtful it stood.

Duncan comes here tonight.

Duncan is in his grave.

Each minute teems a new one.

Each new morn new widows howl,

Ere the bat hath flown his cloistered flight.

Ere they be scanned.

Ere to black Hecate's summons the shard borne beetle

Even till destruction sicken, answer me to what I ask you.

Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged.

Fail not our feast.

Fair and noble hostess, we are your guest tonight.

Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second cock.

False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

Farewell.

Fathered he is, and yet he's fatherless.

Fell slaughter on their souls.

Fie, for shame.

Fie, my lord, fie! A soldier, and afeard?

Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,

Fleance is scaped.

Fleance, his son, must embrace the fate of that dark hour.

Fly, Fleance! Fly!

Fold it, write upon it, read it,

For brave Macbeth well he deserves that name

For fear thy very stones prate of my whereabout.

For in my way it lies.

For it is thine.

For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.

For the poor wren, the most diminutive of birds,

For them the gracious Duncan have I murdered.

For there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men and hang up them.

For thy undaunted mettle should have composed nothing but males.

For, from this instant,

From Fife, great King,

From hence to Inverness, and bind us further to you.

From this moment,

From this time such I account thy love.

Front to front bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself.

Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Gall of goat, and slips of yew.

Gentles, all rise. His Highness is not well.

Get thee gone.

Give him tending. He brings great news.

Give me the daggers.

Give me your hand.

Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.

Give sorrow words.

Give them all breath,

Give to the edge of the sword his wife, his babes,

Give us a light there, boy.

Glamis and Thane of Cawdor.

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor.

Glamis…

Go not my horse the better,

Go prick thy face, and over red thy fear, thou lily livered boy.

Go. Get some water, and wash this filthy witness from your hand.

God save the king.

God, God forgive us all.

Goes Fleance with you?

Good God, betimes remove the means that makes us strangers.

Good night. And better health attend His Majesty

Good things of day begin to droop and drowse,

Gospeled to pray for this good man and for his issue,

Gracious England hath lent us good Siward and ten thousand men.

Gracious my lord, I should report that which I say I saw,

Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies.

Great Glamis. [chuckles]

Great happiness. [chuckles]

Greater than both, by the all hail hereafter.

Greet Macbeth.

Had I but died an hour before this chance…

Had I so sworn as you have done to this.

Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.

Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis.

Hail, brave friend.

Hail, King of Scotland!

Hark.

Hark.

Hath been so clear in his great office,

Hath he asked for me?

Hath helped him to his home before us.

Hath it slept since?

Have overthrown him.

Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums, and dashed the brains out,

Have sent to peace, than on the torture of the mind to lie in restless ecstasy.

Having no witness to confirm my speech.

He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor.

He chid the sisters when first they put the name of king upon me,

He did command me to call timely on him. I have almost slipped the hour.

He died as one that had been studied in his death

He does. He did appoint so.

He grows worse and worse. Question enrages him.

He has almost supped.

He has no children!

He hath a wisdom that guide his valor to act in safety.

He hath been in unusual pleasure,

He hath honored me of late.

He is about it.

He knows thy thought. Hear his speech, but say thou naught.

He loves us not.

He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers our offices

He should have old turning the key.

He that's coming must be provided for.

He wants the natural touch.

He was a gentleman on whom I built an absolute trust.

He's already named, and gone to Dunsinane to be invested.

He's here in double trust.

Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven…

Heaven forgive him too.

Hell is murky.

Hence, horrible shadow!

Hence, with your little ones.

Here comes the good Macduff.

Here had we now our country's honor roofed,

Here lay Duncan,

Here let them lie till famine and the ague eat them up!

Here. Take my sword.

Here's a Here's a farmer, that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty.

Here's an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale,

Here's another, more potent than the first.

Here's our chief guest.

Here's the blood of a bat.

Here's the smell of the blood still.

Hie thee hither,

Hie you to horse. Adieu, till you return at night.

His cousin Siward and the good Macduff.

His flight was madness.

His silver skin laced with his golden blood.

His two chamberlains will I with wine and wassail so convince

His wonders and his praises do contend which should be thine or his.

Hover through the fog and filthy air.

How came she by that light?

How does my wife?

How does your patient, doctor?

How goes the world, sir, now?

How is it with me, when every noise appalls me?

How now, my lord.

How now, you secret, black and midnight hags.

How now. What news?

How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person at our great bidding?

How sayest thou, that Macduff denies his person at our great bidding?

How thou talk'st.

How wilt thou do for a father?

How you were borne in hand, how crossed, the instruments,

I am a man again.

I am afraid they have awaked, and 'tis not done.

I am in blood stepped in so far

I am in this earthly world, where to do harm is often laudable,

I am not to you known, though in your state of honor I am perfect.

I am one, my liege,

I am settled…

I am sick at heart, when I behold Seyton, I say!

I am Thane of Cawdor.

I bear a charmed life,

I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.

I cannot but remember such things were, that were most precious to me.

I cannot tell.

I conjure you,

I dare do all that may become a man. Who dares do more is none.

I dare not speak much further.

I did hear the galloping of horse. Who was't came by?

I did so, and went further, which is now our point of second meeting.

I doubt some danger does approach you nearly.

I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters.

I had most need of blessing, and "amen" stuck in my throat.

I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing to those that know me.

I have almost forgot the taste of fears.

I have begun to plant thee and will labor to make thee full of growing.

I have done the deed.

I have drugged their possets,

I have given suck,

I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.

I have lived long enough.

I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent…

I have no words.

I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her nightgown upon her,

I have seen hours dreadful and things strange.

I have spoke with one that saw him die,

I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.

I hear it by the way. But I will send.

I hope, in no place so unsanctified where such as thou mayst find him.

I know I am Thane of Glamis, but how of Cawdor?

I laid their daggers ready. He could not miss 'em!

I looked toward Birnam, and anon, methought,

I must become a borrower of the night for a dark hour or twain.

I must not look to have.

I see thee still,

I see thee yet…

I stood and heard them.

I take it, 'tis later, sir.

I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried. He cannot come out on's grave.

I think not of them.

I will not be afraid of death and bane,

I will not yield, to kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,

I will thither.

I will tomorrow unto the weird sisters. More shall they speak.

I wish your horses swift and sure of foot.

I would thou couldst.

I would, while it was smiling in my face,

I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful

I'll devil porter it no further. Anon!

I'll drain him dry as hay.

I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked.

I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, for it must seem their guilt.

I'll go no more. I'm afraid to think what I have done.

I'll put it on. Send out more horses.

I'll see it done.

If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me without my stir.

If good, why do I yield to that suggestion whose horrid image doth unfix my hair

If he had been forgotten, it had been as a gap in our great feast,

If he scape…

If I stand here, I saw him!

If ill, why hath it given me earnest of success, commencing in a truth?

If it be mine, keep it not from me. Quickly let me have it.

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly.

If the assassination could trammel up the consequence,

If there come truth from them

If this which he avouches does appear,

If thou didst it, thou art the nonpareil.

If thou speak'st false,

If we should fail?

If you can look into the seeds of time

If you would grant the time.

If't be so, for Banquo's issue have I filed my mind.

Implored Your Highness's pardon and set forth a deep repentance.

In a place from whence himself does fly?

In a sieve I'll thither sail.

In conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.

In form as palpable as this which now I draw.

In the poisoned entrails throw.

In this slumbery agitation,

In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

In which addition, hail, most worthy Thane.

Infected be the air whereon they ride.

Infected minds to their deaf pillows do discharge their secrets.

Infirm of purpose.

Is Banquo gone from court?

Is execution done on Cawdor?

Is he dispatched?

Is it far you ride?

Is the king stirring, worthy Thane?

Is this a dagger which I see before me,

Is't known who did this more than bloody deed?

Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame,

It cannot be called our mother, but our grave,

It is a peerless kinsman.

It is a tale told by an idiot…

It is the bloody business that informs thus to mine eyes.

It is the cry of women, my good lord.

It is too full of the milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way.

It makes him, and it mars him. It sets him on, and it takes him off.

It must be done tonight, and something from the palace.

It persuades him, disheartens him, makes him stand to, and not stand to.

It provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.

It shall be done.

It will have blood. [sighs]

It'll be rain tonight.

King, Cawdor,

Knock, knock!

Knock, knock.

Knock, knock. Never at quiet. [grunts]

Knock, knock. Who's there?

Know that it was Banquo in the times past

Know we will establish our estate upon our eldest, Malcolm…

Know you not he has?

Laugh to scorn the power of man,

Lay it to thy heart, and farewell."

Lay on, Macduff.

Lead our first battle.

Leave all the rest to me.

Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

Lest our old robes sit easier than our new.

Let every soldier hew him down a bough and bear it before him.

Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests.

Let grief convert to anger. Blunt not the heart, enrage it.

Let it come down.

Let me clutch thee.

Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so.

Let me enfold thee and hold thee to my heart.

Let not light see my black and deep desires.

Let not your ears despise my tongue forever,

Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.

Let us meet,

Let's after him, whose care is gone before to bid us welcome.

Let's away.

Let's make us medicines of our great revenge,

Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," like the poor cat in the adage?

Life is but a walking shadow…

Light thickens.

Like a giant's robe upon a dwarfish thief.

Like a hell broth boil and bubble.

Like valor's minion carved out his passage till he faced the slave.

Listening their fear, I could not say "amen" when they did say, "God bless us."

Live you? Or are you aught that man may question?

Lives in the English court.

Lo you, here she comes.

Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it.

Look not so pale.

Look on't again I dare not.

Look, how she rubs her hands.

Macbeth hath murdered sleep."

Macbeth shall never vanquished be

Macbeth.

Macbeth. Macbeth. Macbeth.

Macduff is fled to England.

Macduff was from his mother's womb untimely ripped.

Make all our trumpets speak.

Make so bold to call.

Make thick my blood.

Making the green one red.

Malcolm and Donalbain,

Malcolm, the son of Duncan, from whom this…

Malcolm! Banquo!

Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing… can touch him further.

Masking the business from the common eye for sundry weighty reasons.

May they not be my oracles as well, and set me up in hope?

May you see things well done there. Adieu.

Mean you His Majesty?

Men must not walk too late. I hear Macduff lives in disgrace.

Merciful heaven.

Merciful powers, restrain in me the cursed thoughts

Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more.

Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,

Mmm. What concern they?

More needs she the divine than the physician.

Most royal sir…

Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope the Lord's anointed temple,

My children too?

My dearest coz, I pray you, school yourself.

My dearest love.

My ever gentle cousin.

My father is not dead, for all your saying.

My gashes cry for help.

My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.

My liege.

My lord is often thus, and hath been from his youth.

My lord, his throat is cut. That I did for him.

My lord, I will not.

My name's Macbeth.

My plenteous joys, wanton in fullness,

My pretty cousin.

My senses would have cooled to hear a night shriek.

My soul is too much charged with blood of thine already.

My strange and self abuse is the initiate fear that wants hard use.

My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,

My voice is in my sword.

My way of life is fallen into the sere, the yellow leaf.

My worthy Cawdor.

Naught that I am, not for their own demerits, but for mine,

Nay, how will you do for a husband?

Neither to you nor anyone,

Never shake thy gory locks at me!

New orphans cry, new sorrows strike heaven on the face,

No boasting like a fool.

No jutty, frieze, buttress, nor coign of vantage,

No man.

No mind that's honest but in it shares some woe.

No more o' that, my lord, no more of that.

No more the Thane of Cawdor shall deceive our bosom interest.

No son of mine succeeding.

No sooner justice had with valor armed

No teeth for the present.

No, cousin. I'll home to Fife.

No, indeed, my lord.

No, nor more fearful.

No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine,

No! No! No!

No.

No. They were well at peace when I did leave 'em.

Noble Banquo, that hast no less deserved,

Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark to cry, "Hold. Hold."

Nor keep peace between the effect and it.

Nor must be known no less to have done so,

Norway himself, with terrible numbers, assisted by that most disloyal traitor,

Not cast aside so soon.

Not confessing their cruel parricide.

Not so happy, yet much happier.

Not yet.

Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.

Now does he feel his secret murders sticking on his hands.

Now does he feel his title hang loose about him,

Now is the time of help.

Now near enough.

Now, good digestion wait on appetite, and health

Now, if you have a station in the file, not in the worst rank of manhood, say it.

O hellkite. All?

O worthiest cousin.

O, but this place is too cold for hell.

O, come in, equivocator.

O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife.

O, here's an English tailor, come hither for stealing out of a French hose.

O, I could play the woman with mine eyes and braggart with my tongue.

O, never shall sun that morrow see.

Of all men else I have avoided thee. But get thee back.

Of sorriest fancies your companions making,

Of that perilous stuff which weighs upon the heart?

Oh, go to, go to. You have known what you should not.

Oh, here's a knocking indeed.

Oh, yet I do repent me of my fury, that I did kill them.

Oh.

On Tuesday last, a falcon, towering in her pride of place,

One cried, "God bless us,"

One of my fellows had the speed of him.

Only I have left to say, more is thy due than more than all can pay.

Only look up clear.

Only to herald thee into his sight, not pay thee.

Only vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself and falls on the other.

Ooh! Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes.

Or art thou a dagger of the mind, a false creation,

Or did line the rebel with hidden help and vantage,

Or else worth all the rest.

Or have we eaten on the insane root that takes the reason prisoner?

Or heaven's cherubim, horsed upon the sightless couriers of the air,

Or is it a fee grief due to some single breast?

Or that with both he labored in his country's wrack, I know not.

Or to hell.

Or why upon this blasted heath you stop our way with such prophetic greeting?

Others that lesser hate him do call it valiant fury.

Our castle's strength will laugh a siege to scorn.

Our royal master's murdered.

Our separated fortune shall keep us both the safer.

Out, damned spot. Out, I say.

Out, out, brief candle.

Peace.

Please, Your Highness, sit.

Please't Your Highness to grace us with your royal company.

Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,

Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, curbing his lavish spirit.

Pray you, keep seat.

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.

Prince of Cumberland.

Prince of Cumberland.

Prithee, peace.

Proceeding from the heat oppressed brain?

Psst, psst, psst.

Put a barren scepter in my grip,

Put rancors in the vessels of my peace only for them.

Raze out the written troubles of the brain

Resolve yourselves apart.

Revenges burn in them.

Ride you this afternoon?

Ring the alarum bell!

Safe in a ditch he bides, with twenty trenched gashes on his head.

Saw you the weird sisters?

Say from whence you owe this strange intelligence?

Say to the king the knowledge of the broil as though didst leave it.

Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day.

See, who comes here?

Seek to hide themselves in drops of sorrow.

Seek to know no more.

Seyton, what news more?

Seyton!

Seyton! Send out!

Shakes so my single state of man that function is smothered in surmise,

Shall Banquo's issue ever reign in this kingdom?

Shall blow this horrid deed in every eye, that tears shall drown the wind.

Shall he dwindle, peak and pine.

She goes down at 12.

She has light by her continually. 'Tis her command.

She has spoke what she should not. I am sure of that.

She should have died hereafter.

She'll close and be herself,

Showed like a rebel's whore.

Since His Majesty went into the field,

Sinful Macduff.

Sir, amen.

Sir, can you tell where he bestows himself?

Sirrah, your father's dead.

Sit, worthy friends.

Skirr the country round. Hang those that talk of fear.

Sleep that knits up the raveled sleeve of care,

So is he mine.

So please you, it is true. Our thane is coming.

So they doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe.

So weary with disasters, tugged with fortune,

So, it will make us mad.

Soldiers, sir.

Some holy angel fly to the court of England

Some say he's mad.

Some say, the earth was feverous and did shake.

Something wicked this way comes.

Sons, kinsmen, thanes,

Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear your favor nor your hate.

Speak, if you can. What are you?

Stand not upon the order of your going, but go at once.