SECOND MURDERER: I am one, my liege,
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Have so incensed that I am reckless what
I do to spite the world.
Macbeth, III, i
LADY MACBETH: Naught's had, all's spent,
Where our desire is got without content:
Macbeth, III, ii
LADY MACBETH: 'Tis safer to be that which we
destroy
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
Macbeth, III, ii
LADY MACBETH: Things without all remedy
Should be without regard: what's done is done.
Macbeth, III, ii
MACBETH: We have scorched the snake, not
killed it:
She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice
Remains in danger of her former tooth.
Macbeth, III, ii
MACBETH: Duncan is in his grave;
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well;
Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,
Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
Can touch him further.
Macbeth, III, ii
MACBETH: O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
Macbeth, III, ii
MACBETH: Light thickens; and the crow
Makes wing to the rooky wood:
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse;
While night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Macbeth, III, ii
MACBETH: I had else been perfect,
Whole as the marble, founded as the rock,
As broad and general as the casing air:
But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears.
Macbeth, III, iv
MACBETH: There the grown serpent lies; the
worm that's fled
Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
No teeth for the present.
Macbeth, III, iv
LADY MACBETH: To feed were best at home;
From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony;
Meeting were bare without it.
Macbeth, III, iv
LADY MACBETH: Now, good digestion wait on
appetite,
And health on both!
Macbeth, III, iv
MACBETH: The time has been,
That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
And there an end; but now they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools. This is more strange
Than such a murder is.
Macbeth, III, iv
MACBETH: Do not muse at me, my most worthy
friends,
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
To those that know me.
Macbeth, III, iv
MACBETH: Can such things be,
And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
Without our special wonder?
Macbeth, III, iv
MACBETH: It will have blood, they say; blood
will have blood.
Stones have been known to move and trees to speak.
Macbeth, III, iv
MACBETH: Strange things I have in head, that
will to hand;
Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
Macbeth, III, iv
LADY MACBETH: You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
Macbeth, III, iv
FIRST WITCH: Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
Macbeth, IV, i
WITCHES: Double, double toil and
trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Macbeth, IV, i
SECOND WITCH: Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and owlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Macbeth, IV, i
SECOND WITCH: By the pricking of my
thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Macbeth, IV, i
MACBETH: How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!
Macbeth, IV, i
SECOND WITCH: Open, locks,
Whoever knocks!
Macbeth, IV, i
SECOND APPARITION: Be bloody, bold, and
resolute; laugh to scorn
The power of man, for none of woman born
Shall harm Macbeth.
Macbeth, IV, i
THIRD APPARITION: Macbeth shall never
vanquish'd be until
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
Shall come against him.
Macbeth, IV, i
MACBETH: Who can impress the forest, bid the
tree
Unfix his earth-bound root?
Macbeth, IV, i
MACBETH: From this moment
The very firstlings of my heart shall be
The firstlings of my hand.
Macbeth, IV, i
LADY MACDUFF: When our actions do not,
Our fears do make us traitors.
Macbeth, IV, ii
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.
Macbeth, IV, ii
LADY MACDUFF: But I remember now
I am in this earthly world; where to do harm
Is often laudable, to do good sometime
Accounted dangerous folly.
Macbeth, IV, ii
MALCOLM: Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
Macbeth, IV, iii
MALCOLM: I think our country sinks beneath the
yoke;
It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash
Is added to her wounds.
Macbeth, IV, iii
MALCOLM: Give sorrow words: the grief that
does not speak
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
Macbeth, IV, iii
MALCOLM: Dispute it like a man.
MACDUFF: I shall do so;
But I must also feel it as a man.
Macbeth, IV, iii
LADY MACBETH: Out, damned spot! out, I say!
Macbeth, V, i
LADY MACBETH: Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?
Macbeth, V, i
LADY MACBETH: The thane of Fife had a wife: where is she now? -- What, will these hands ne'er be clean?
Macbeth, V, i
LADY MACBETH: Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. O, O, O!
Macbeth, V, i
MACBETH: 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 antidote
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?
Macbeth, V, iii
DOCTOR: Therein the patient
Must minister to himself.
Macbeth, V, iii
MACBETH: Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.
Macbeth, V, iii
MACBETH: I have almost forgot the taste of
fears;
The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were in't.
Macbeth, V, v
MACBETH: I have supp'd full with horrors.
Macbeth, V, v
SEYTON: The queen, my lord, is dead.
MACBETH: She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
Macbeth, V, v
MACBETH: To-morrow, and to-morrow, and
to-morrow,
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, V, v
MACBETH: Ring the alarum-bell! Blow wind, come
wrack,
At least we'll die with harness on our back.
Macbeth, V, v
MACDUFF: I bear a charmed life, which must not
yield,
To one of woman born.
MACDUFF: Despair thy charm;
And let the angel whom thou still hast served
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb
Untimely ripp'd.
Macbeth, V, viii
MACBETH: Lay on, Macduff,
And damn'd be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!'
Macbeth, V, viii
MACDUFF: The time is free.
Macbeth, V, viii
ANTIOCHUS: Nature this dowry gave, to glad her
presence,
The senate-house of planets all did sit,
To knit in her their best perfections.
Pericles, I, i
PERICLES: See where she comes, apparell'd like the spring.
Pericles, I, i
PERICLES: For death remember'd should be like
a mirror,
Who tells us life's but breath, to trust it error.
Pericles, I, i
PERICLES: Few love to hear the sins they love to act.
Pericles, I, i
PERICLES: Kings are earth's gods; in vice
their law's their will;
And if Jove stray, who dares say Jove doth ill?
Pericles, I, i
PERICLES: Murder's as near to lust as flame to smoke.
Pericles, I, i
CLEON: My Dionyza, shall we rest us
here,
And by relating tales of others' griefs,
See if 'twill teach us to forget our own?
Pericles, I, iv
GOWER: I'll show you those in troubles
reign,
Losing a mite, a mountain gain.
Pericles, II, prologue
THIRD FISHERMAN: Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea.
FIRST FISHERMAN: Why, as men do a-land; the
great ones eat up the
little ones.
Pericles, II, i
PERICLES: How from the finny subject of the
sea
These fishers tell the infirmities of men;
And from their watery empire recollect
All that may men approve or men detect!
Pericles, II, i
PERICLES: A man whom both the waters and the
wind,
In that vast tennis-court, have made the ball
For them to play upon, entreats you pity him.
Pericles, II, i
PERICLES: Whereby I see that Time's the king
of men,
He's both their parent, and he is their grave,
And gives them what he will, not what they crave.
Pericles, II, iii
GOWER: The cat, with eyne of burning
coal,
Now crouches fore the mouse's hole.
Pericles, III, prologue
MARINA: This world to me is like a lasting
storm,
Whirring me from my friends.
Pericles, IV, i
DIONYZA: Nurses are not the fates;
To foster is not ever to preserve.
Pericles, IV, iii
GOWER: By you being pardon'd, we commit no
crime
To use one language in each several clime
Where our scenes seem to live.
Pericles, IV, iv
GOWER: No visor does become black
villany
So well as soft and tender flattery.
Pericles, IV, iv
POET: I have not seen you long: how goes the world?
PAINTER: It wears, sir, as it grows.
Timon of Athens, I, i
APEMANTUS: That there should be small love
'mongst these sweet knaves,
And all this courtesy!
Timon of Athens, I, i
SECOND LORD: Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast?
APEMANTUS: Ay, to see meat fill knaves and wine heat fools.
Timon of Athens, I, i
TIMON: Ceremony was but devised at first
To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown;
But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
Timon of Athens, I, ii