Macbeth:
· (A1,S2) “Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel, Which smoked with bloody execution, Like valour's minion carved out his passage”
· (A1,S3) “Why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature?”
· (A1,S3) “whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man”
· (A1,S3) “If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir.”
· (A1,S4) “[To Duncan] The service and the loyalty I owe, In doing it, pays itself.”
· (A1,S4) “Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires”
· (A1,S7) “I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself And falls on the other”
· (A1,S7) “this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come”
· (A1,S7) “[Duncan is] so meek has been so clear in his great office, that his virtues will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against the deep damnation of his taking-off”
· (A1,S7) “Prithee, peace: I dare do all that may become a man”
· (A1,S7) “[He will use] each corporal agent to this terrible feat”
· (A1,S7) “False face must hide what false heart doth know”
· (A2,S1) “Is this a dagger I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come let me clutch thee”
· (A3,S1) “rancors in the vessel of my peace … only for them … to make them kings, the seed of Banquo’s kings! Rather than so, come fate into the list, and champion me”
· (A3, S4) “Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold”
· (A4,S1) “[Macduff’s Family] give to the edge of the sword, his wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls”
· (A5, S3) “Give me my armour”
· (A5, S5) “She would have died hereafter. There would have been a time for such a word. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow”
· (A5, S5) “It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing”
Lady Macbeth:
· (A1,S5) “yet I do fear thy nature; It is too full of the milk of human kindness”
· (A1,S5) “art not without ambition, but without the illness should attend it”
· (A1,S5) “That I may pour my spirits in thine ear and chastice with the valour of my tongue”
· (A1,S5) “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”
· (A1,S5) “Come to my woman’s breast, And take my milk for gall”
· (A1,S5) “Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under’t”
· (A1,S5) “Was the hope drunk, wherein you dress’d youself? Hath it slept since?”
· (A1,S5) “How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in...
