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Look like th’innocent flower, But be the serpent under’t

What beast was’t then, That made you break this enterprise to me?

Tis the eye of childhood, That fears a painted devil

What’s to be done?

Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o’ the milk of human kindness

Come you spirits, That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here

Screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And we’ll not fail

lady macbeth quotes ambition

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

Stars, hide your fires, Let not light see my black and deep desires The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see

My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, shakes so my single state of man that function is smother’d in surmise, and nothing is but what is not

I am thane of Cawdor If good, 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?”

Make thick my blood, stop up th’access and passage to remorse, that no compunctious vistings of nature, shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between th’effect and it

Methought I heard a voice cry, ‘Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep: the innocent sleep, sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care, the death of each day’s life, sore labor’s bath, balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course, chief nourisher in life’s feast

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

Thou wouldst be great; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it What thou wouldst highly, that wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, and yet wouldst wrongly win

My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of man that function
Is smother’d in surmise

Why do I yield to that suggestion
Whose horrid images doth unfix my hair,
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature?

Two truths are told
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of th’imperial theme

Yet do I fear thy nature
It is too full o’ th’ milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way Thou wouldst be great,
Art not without ambition, but without
The illness should attend it

The Prince of Cumberland! That is a step
On which I must fall down, or else o’erleap,
For in my way it lies Stars, hide your fires;
Let not light see my black and deep desires
The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see

lady macbeth quotes about guilt

Is this a dagger which I see before me

Every noise appals me

Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep!

Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still
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?

Out, damned spot! Out, I say! — One, two Why, then, ’tis time to do ’t Hell is murky! — Fie, my lord, fie! A soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? — Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him