And oftentimes, to win us to our harm the instruments of darkness tell us truths, win us with honest trifles, to betray us /In deepest consequence (1.3)

Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it (1.4)

If chance will have me King, why / Chance may crown me, / Without my stir. (1.3)

That is a step on which / I must fall down or o'er leap
Stars, hide your fires!/ Let not light see my black and deep desires. (1.4)

Yet do I fear thy nature.
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way. (1.5)

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! (1.5)

I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
And falls on the other - (1.7)

I do all that may become a man
Who dares do more is none. (1.7)

When you durst do it, then you were a man; (1.7)

Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more!/ Macbeth does murder sleep"—the innocent sleep, / Sleep that knits up the raveled sleeve of care. (2.2)

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood / Clean from my hand? (2.2)

A little water clears us of this deed,
How easy is it then! (2.2)

Thou hast it now—King, Cawdor, Glamis, all
As the Weird Women promised, and I fear
Thou played'st most foully for't. (3.1)

...To be thus is nothing,
But to be safely thus. Our fears in Banquo
Stick deep. (3.1)

Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown / And put a barren scepter in my grip, / Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand, / No son of mine succeeding. (3.1)

...Naught's had, all's spent,
Where our desire is got without content.
'Tis safer to be that which we destroy
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy. (3.2)

Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. (3.2)

Thou canst not say I did it. Never shake
Thy gory locks at me. (3.4)

It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood. / Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak. (3.4)

For mine own good
All causes shall give way. I am in blood
Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more, / Returning were as tedious as go o'er. (3.4)

Be bloody, bold and resolute. Laugh to scorn/ The power of man, for none of woman born / Shall harm Macbeth. (4.1)

Macbeth shall never vanquished be until
Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill
Shall come against him. (4.1)

From this moment
The firstlings of my heart shall be
The firstlings of my hand. (4.1)

Each new morn new widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows
Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds
As if felt with Scotland, and yelled out
Like syllable of dolor. (4.3)

He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy,
And sundry blessings hang about his throne/ That speak him full of grace. (4.3)

Alas poor country,
Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot
Be called our mother, but our grave. (4.3)

All my pretty ones?
Did you say 'all'? O hell-kite! All?
What, all my pretty chickens and their dam
At one fell swoop? (4.3)

Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles. / Infected minds to their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.
More needs she the divine than the physician. (5.1)

And that which should accompany old age,
As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have... (5.3)

She should have died hereafter.
There would have been a time for such a word.
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 waking 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. (5.5)

Of all men else I have avoided thee.
But get thee back. My soul is too much charged
With blood of thine already. (5.8)

...this, and what needful else
That calls upon us, by grace of grace,
We will perform in measure, time, and place. (5.8)

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