Macbeth Key Quotations
Witches: “Fair is foul, and foul is fair, Hover through the fog and filthy air.”
Lady Macbeth: ““Look like th’innocent flower, But be the serpent under’t.”
Lady Macbeth: ““Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,”
Macbeth: “O have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself and falls on th’ other”
Banquo: “What, can the devil speak true?”
Duncan: “Give me your hand, Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, And shall continue our graces towards him”
Macbeth: “Is this a dagger which I see before me, / The handle toward my hand”.
Macbeth: “Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep”.
Lady Macbeth: “Had he not resembled / My father as he slept, I had done’t”.
Lady Macbeth: “These deeds must not be thought / After these ways; so, it will make us mad”.
Donalbain: There’s daggers in men’s smiles: the near in blood, The nearer bloody”.
Ross: “Then ’tis most like the sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth”.
Macbeth: ‘O full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife;’
Macbeth: ‘Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill:’
Macbeth: ‘For mine own good all causes shall give way’
Macbeth: ‘We have scorch’d the snake, not kill’d it:’
Lennox: ‘our suffering country Under a hand accurs’d!’
Lady Macbeth: ‘You lack the season of all nature’s, sleep’
Macbeth: “Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee?”
Second witch: “By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.”
Macduff: “You may convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty and yet seem cold; the time you may so hoodwink.”
Macduff: “New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows Strike heaven on the face”
Malcolm: “It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gash Is added to her wounds”
Malcom: “Macbeth is ripe for shaking”
Lady Macbeth: “What, will these hands ne’er be clean?”
Macbeth: “I’ll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack’d”
Malcolm: “this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen”
Macduff: “Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death”
Doctor: “she is troubled with thick-coming fancies That keep her from her rest”
Macbeth: “Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow”