For is foul and
Foul is fair
Brave Macbeth
Well he deserves that name
Unseamed him from
The naves to the chops
Brandished steel
That smoked with bloody execution
So fair
And foul a day I have not seen
Speak if
You can. what are you
The instruments of
Darkness tell us truth
This supernatural
Soliciting cannot be ill
A Step on which I must
Fall down on or else oer leap
Stars hire your fires
Let not light see my black and deep desires
Thy nature is too
Full of the milk of human kindness
Come you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts
Unsex
Me here
Fill me from the crown to the
Toe top full of direst cruelty
Make thick
My blood
Take my
Milk for gall
Will these hands
Neer be clean
Out Damned spot
Out I say
Blood will have
Blood
O full of
Scorpions is my mind dear wife
Will all great Neptune’s ocean
Wash this blood clean from my hand
A dagger of the mind
A false creation
A dagger which I see before
Me the handle toward my hand
False face must hide
What the false heart doth know
Dashed the
Brains out
When you durst
Do it then you were a man
I dare do all that
May become a man
We will proceed no
Further in this business
Look like the innocent
Flower but be the serpent under t
O valiant cousin
Worthy gentlemen
He’d he not resembled my father
As he slept I had done t
I could not
Say amen
Macbeth doth
Murder sleep
I fear thou
Play dst most foully for it
Upon my head
They placed a fruitless crown
We have scorched
The snake not killed it
Here lay Duncan his
Silver skin laced with his golden blood
Our honour d
Host
Never shake thy
Gory locks me
Dead butcher and
His fiend like queen
Make my seated heart
Knock at my ribs
What’s done
Cannot be undone
Most disloyal
Traitor the thane of Cawdor
There’s daggers
In men’s smiles
I may pour my
Spirits in thine ear
If chance will have me
King why chance may crown me
The raven himself is
Hoarse
That croaks the
Fatal entrance of Duncan
Hang loose about him
Like a giants robe upon a dwarfish thief
Hell is
Is murky
Those he commands move only in
Command nothing in love
In our country’s
Purge
Fear not Macbeth no man that’s
Born of women shall eer have power upon thee
How does you
Patient doctor
She should have
Died here after
Out out brief
Candle
Tomorrow and tomorrow
And tomorrow
At least will die with
Harness on our back
A little water
Clears us of this deed
Be innocent of the
knowledge dearest Chuck
Thou wouldst be great art not without ambition
But without the illness should attend
O never shall sun
That morrow see
All the perfumes of Arabia
Will not sweeten this little hand
By self and violent
Hands took off her own life
Live a coward in
Thine own esteem
My hands are of colour but
I shame to wear a heart so white
Behold where stands the
Usurpers cursed head