Act 4 Flashcards
1
Q
Sc1
A
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn
The power of man for non of woman born
Shall harm Macbeth.
Macbeth shall never vanquish’d be until
2
Q
Sc3
A
I shall do so;
But I must also feel it as a man
New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows
Strike heaven on the face
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell;
Devilish Macbeth
Thy royal father
Was a most sainted king
