Flashcards in Act 1 Deck (35)
When shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Atmosphere; first witch
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
Paradox; three witches
As two spent swimmers that do cling together and choke their art.
And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, showed like a rebel's whore.
Till he unseamed him from the nave to the chaps, and fixed his head upon our battlements.
As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion. If I say sooth, I must report they were as cannons overcharged with double cracks, so they doubly redoubled strokes upon their foe. Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, or memorize another Golgotha, I cannot tell.
No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive our bosom interest.
Sleep shall neither night nor day hang upon his penthouse lid.
Motif; first witch
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Speak, if you can. What are you?
Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. Not so happy, yet much happier. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none. So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
Paradox; three witches
Were such things here as we do speak about? Or have we eaten on the insane root that takes the reason prisoner?
He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor. In which addition, hail, most worthy Thane! For it is thine.
The Thane of Cawdor lives. Why do you dress me in borrowed robes?
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the instruments of darkness tell us truths, win us with honest trifles, to betray 's in deepest consequence.
This supernatural soliciting cannot be ill, cannot be good. If Ill, why hath it given me earnest of success, commencing in a truth?...
New honors come upon him, like our strange garments, cleave not to their mold but with aid of use.
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face. He was a gentleman on whom I built an absolute trust.
That swiftest wing of recompense is slow to overtake thee.
And our duties are to your throne and state children and servants, which do but what they should, by doing everything safe toward your love and honor.
The Prince of Cumberland! That is a step on which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, for in my way it lies.
And that which rather thou dost fear to do than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, that I may pour my spirits in thine ear, an chastise with valor of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round...
The raven himself is hoarse.
Come, you spirits that tend to mortal thoughts, unsex me here, and fill me, from the crown to the toe, top full of direst cruelty!
Thy letters have transported me beyond this ignorant present, and I feel now the future in the instant.
To beguile the time, look like the time, bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue. Look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under it.
This castle hath a pleasant seat, the air nimbly and sweetly recommends itself unto our gentle senses.
We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose to be his purveyor.
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly. If the assassination could trammel up the consequence...