When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
First Witch, Act 1, Scene 1
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
Weird Sisters, Act 1 Scene 1
Yet do I fear thy nature:
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way...
Lady Macbeth, Act 1, Scene 5
Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts! Unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top full
Of direst cruelty.
Lady Macbeth, Act 1, Scene 5
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly.
Macbeth, Act 1, Scene 7
Screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And we'll not fail.
Lady Macbeth, Act 1, Scene 7
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand?
Macbeth, Act 2, Scene 1
Methought I heard a voice cry, ‘Sleep no more!’
Macbeth, Act 2, Scene 2
A little water clears us of this deed.
Lady Macbeth, Act 2, Scene 2
There's daggers in men's smiles.
Macbeth, Act 2, Scene 3
It will have blood, they say: blood will have blood.
Macbeth, Act 3, Scene 4
Double, double toil and trouble:
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Weird Sisters, Act 4, Scene 1
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Second Witch, Act 4, Scene 1
What, all my pretty chickens and their dam
At one fell swoop?
Macduff, Act 4, Scene 3
Out, damned spot! Out, I say!
Lady Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 1
What's done cannot be undone.
Lady Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 1
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Turn, hell-hound, turn.
Macduff, Act 5, Scene 7
Why should I play the roman fool and die on mine own sword?
Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 7
Lay on, Macduff,
And damned be him that first cries, ‘Hold, enough!’
Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 8
