What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win. That no compunctious visitings of nature Acti. Sc. 5. Shake my fell purpose. Acti. Sc. 5. Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men Acti. Sc. 5. Coigne of vantage. Acti. Sc. 6. If it were done, when 't is done, then 't were well Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice To our own lips. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Acti. Sc. 7. Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against Acti. Sc. 7. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Acti. Sc. 7. I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Acti. Sc. 7. Nor time, nor place, did then adhere. Acti. Sc. 7. Screw your courage to the sticking-place. Acti. Sc. 7. Memory, the warder of the brain. Acti. Sc. 7. Is this a dagger which I see before me, Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling, as to sight; or art thou but A dagger of the mind; a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? Act ii. Sc. 1. Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Act ii. Sc. 1. Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout. Act ii. Sc. I. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell Act ii. Sc. 1. It was the owl that shrieked, The fatal bellman, which gives the stern'st good night. Act ii. Sc. 2. The attempt, and not the deed, confounds us. I had most need of blessing, and Amen Act ii. Sc. 2. Act ii. Sc. 2. Methought I heard a voice cry, 'Sleep no more!' Act ii. Sc. 2. Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! Act ii. Sc. 3. The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Act ii. Sc. 3. A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Act . Sc. 4 Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding. Act iii. Sc. 1. Mur. We are men, my liege. Mac. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men. Act iii. Sc. I. Things without all remedy, Should be without regard: what's done is done. We have scotched the snake, not killed it. Duncan is in his grave! Act iii. Sc. 2. Act iii. Sc. 2. After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Act iii. Sc. 2. But now, I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears. Act iii. Sc. 4. Now good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both! Act iii. Sc. 4. Thou canst not say, I did it'; never shake Thy gory locks at me. Act iii. Sc. 4. The times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end: but now they rise again, Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Act iii. Sc. 4. Act iii. Sc. 4. What man dare, I dare. Act iii. Sc. 4. Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Act iii. Sc. 4. Shall never tremble. Unreal mockery, hence! Act iii. Sc. 4. You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting, with most admired disorder. Act iii. Sc. 4. *These lines occur also in 'The Witch' of Thomas Middleton, Act v. Sc. 2; and it is uncertain to which the priority should be ascribed. |