act 4 Flashcards
I conjure you by
that which you profess me
Untie the winds and let
them fight against the churches
Beware the
Thane of Fife
None of woman
born/ shall harm Macbeth
What need I
fear of thee
Shall never vanquished
be until Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane hill
Yet my heart throbs..
shall Banquo’s issue ever reign
An eternal curse
fall on you
Damned all those
that trust them
Give to th’edge’o’th’sword/
his wife, his babes and all unfortunate souls
All is fear
and nothing is love
Who must hang them?
Why, the honest men
Black macbeth
shall seem pure as snow
though all things foul
would wear the brows of grace/ yet grace must still look so
The grief that does
not speak/ whispers o’erfraught heart and bids it break