"Is this a dagger, which I see before me,
The handle turned toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee."
"...Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care."
"Will all of great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making the green one red."
"Nought's had, all's spent
Where our desire is got without content."
"Things without all remedy
Should be without regard; what's
done is done."
"...security
Is mortals' chiefest enemy."
"Double, double, toil and trouble
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble."
"Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff,
Beware the thane of Fife."
"Be bloody, bold, and resolute: laugh to scorn
The power of man; for none of woman born
Shall harm Macbeth."
"Out damned spot! Out I say! One: two: why then, 'tis time to do't."
"Here's the smell of blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not
sweeten this little hand."
"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.
