Macbeth Quotes Bad Flashcards

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Fair is foul, and foul is fair

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Witches

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There’s no art / To find the mind’s construction in the face

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Duncan

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Away, and mock the time with fairest show: / False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

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Macbeth

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This supernatural soliciting / Cannot be ill; cannot be good

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Macbeth

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Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more.

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Macbeth

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I have no spur / To prick the sides of my intent, but only / Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself / And falls on the other

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Macbeth

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What are these, / So withered and so wild in their attire / That look not like th’ inhabitants o’ the earth / And yet are on ‘t?

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Banquo

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What beast was’t then / That made you break this enterprise to me?

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Lady Macbeth

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So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

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Macbeth

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We but teach / Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return / To plague th’ inventor

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Macbeth

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If it were done when ‘t is done, then ‘t were well / It were done quickly

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Macbeth

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Look like the innocent flower / But be the serpent under ‘t

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Lady Macbeth

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The Thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me / In borrowed robes?

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Macbeth

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Yet do I fear thy nature: / It is too full o’ the milk of human kindness / To catch the nearest way.

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Lady Macbeth

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The Prince of Cumberland! - That is a step / On which I must fall down, or else o’erleap, / For in my way it lies.

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Macbeth

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Art thou afeard / To be the same in thine own act and valour, / As thou art in desire?

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Lady Macbeth

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The instruments of darkness tell us truths, / Win us with honest trifles, to betray ‘s / In deepest consequence.

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Banquo

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When shall we three meet again, / In thunder, lightning or in rain?

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Witches

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Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be / What thou art promised.

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Lady Macbeth

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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!

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Lady Macbeth

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But screw your courage to the sticking-place / And we’ll not fail.

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Lady Macbeth

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If Chance will have me king, why, Chance may crown me, / Without my stir.

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Macbeth

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What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.

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Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none

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This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air / Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself / Unto our gentle senses
Duncan
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The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. 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 th’access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between Th’ effect and it. Come to my woman’s breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd’ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature’s mischief. Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry ‘Hold, hold!’
Lady Macbeth
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If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well It were done quickly. If th’assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success: that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all, here, But here upon this bank and shoal of time, We’d jump the life to come. But in these cases We still have judgement here, that we but teach Bloody instructions which, being taught, return To plague th’inventor. This even-handed justice Commends th’ingredience of our poisoned chalice To our own lips. He’s here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued against The deep damnation of his taking-off, And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven’s cherubin, horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition which o’erleaps itself And falls on th’other.
Macbeth
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Whence is that knocking?— How is’t with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here! Ha, they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Macbeth
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Out, damned spot; out, I say. One, two,—why, then ’tis time to do’t. Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie, a soldier and afeard? What need we fear who knows it when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?
Lady Macbeth
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She should have died hereafter. There would have been a time for such a word. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle. Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Macbeth
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Two truths are told As happy prologues to the swelling act Of th’imperial theme
Macbeth
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Thou wouldst be great Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it
Lady Macbeth
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I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself And falls on th’other
Macbeth
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To be thus is nothing, but to be safely thus
Macbeth
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Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine
Macbeth
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Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Macbeth
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To bed, to bed. There’s knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What’s done cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed.
Lady Macbeth
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I have given suck, and know How tender ‘tis to love the babe that milks me I would, while it was smiling in my face Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums And dashed the brains out
Lady Macbeth
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For Banquo’s issue have I filed my mind For them the gracious Duncan have I murdered
Macbeth
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What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop
Macduff
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Had I as many sons as I have hairs I would not wish them a fairer death
Siward
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Every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom’s great defense
Ross
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Our duties are to your throne and state children and servants
Macbeth
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Bleed, bleed, poor country!
Macduff
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O nation miserable With an untitled tyrant, bloody-sceptered
Macduff
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Ah, good father, / Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act, / Threaten his bloody stage.
Ross
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Alas, poor country! / Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot / Be call'd our mother, but our grave.
Ross
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Your castle is surprised; your wife and babes / Savagely slaughter'd.
Ross
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The night has been unruly: where we lay, / Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say, / Lamentings heard i' the air; strange screams of death...
Lennox
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Fly to the court of England and unfold / His message ere he come, that a swift blessing / May soon return to this our suffering country / Under a hand accursed!
Lennox
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Knock, knock, knock! Who's there, i' the name of Beelzebub?
Porter
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But this place is too cold for hell.
Porter
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Threescore and ten I can remember well: / Within the volume of which time I have seen / Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore night / Hath trifled former knowings.
Old Man
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Tis unnatural, / Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last, / A falcon, towering in her pride of place, / Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.
Old Man
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There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood, / The nearer bloody.
Donalblain
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The Queen, my lord, is dead.
Seyton
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All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported.