Macbeth Flashcards
“But all’s
“But all’s too weak,
For brave Macbeth—well he deserves that name—
Disdaining fortune, with his brandished steel,
Which smoked with bloody execution,
Like valor’s minion carved out his passage”
“All hail,
“All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, thane of Glamis! […] Thane of Cawdor! […] King hereafter!”
“Stay
“Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more.”
“If chance
“If chance will have me king, why, chance
may crown me
Without my stir.”
“Come, you
“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. Make thick my blood.
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my woman’s breasts,
And take my milk for gall…”
“I have no
“I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself
And falls on th’ other.”
“Is this a
“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 […]
I go, and it is done. The bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell.”
“To be thus
“To be thus is nothing,
But to be safely thus. Our fears in Banquo
Stick deep, and in his royalty of nature
Reigns that which would be feared. ‘Tis much he
dares,
And to that dauntless temper of his mind
He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valor
To act in safety. There is none but he
Whose being I do fear, and under him
My genius is rebuked…”
“They hailed
“They hailed him father to a line of kings.
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown […]
For Banquo’s issue have I filed my mind;
For them the gracious Duncan have I murdered […]
To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings!
Rather than so, come fate into the list,
And champion me to th’ utterance […]”
“[…] Let your remembrance
“[…] Let your remembrance
Apply to Banquo; present him eminence,
[…] unsafe the while that we
[… must] make our faces vizards to our hearts,
Disguising what they are.
[…] Oh, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!”
“For mine own good,
“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.
Strange things I have in head, that will to hand,
Which must be acted ere they may be scanned.”
“The night has
“The night has been unruly […]
Lamentings heard i’ th’ air, strange screams of death,
And prophesying with accents terrible
Of dire combustion and confused events […]
Some say the Earth
Was feverous and did shake.”
“Who can be”
“Who can be wise, amazed, temp’rate, and furious,
Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.”
“O horror,
“O horror, horror, horror!
Tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee!…
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
The Lord’s anointed temple, and stole thence
The life o’ th’ building!”
First witch: Lesser than
First witch: Lesser than Macbeth and greater.
Second witch: Not so happy, yet much happier.
Third witch: Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none.
