"Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with!"

Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

"A thing of custom,--'t is no other; Only it spoils the pleasure of the time."

Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

"What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger,-- Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble."

Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

"Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery, hence!"

Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

"You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting, With most admir'd disorder."

Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

"Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder?"

Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

"Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once."

Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

"L. Macb. Almost at odds with morning, which is which."

Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

"I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er."

Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

"My little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me."

Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 5.

"Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog."

Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.

"By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks!"

Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.

"How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!"

Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.

"A deed without a name."

Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.

"I 'll make assurance double sure, And take a bond of fate."

Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.

"Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; Come like shadows, so depart!"

Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.

"What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?"

Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.

"I 'll charm the air to give a sound, While you perform your antic round."

Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.

"The weird sisters."

Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.

"The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go with it."

Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.

"When our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors."

Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 2.

"Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell."

Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.

"Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth."

Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.

"Stands Scotland where it did?"

Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.

"Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break."

Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.

"What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop?"

Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.

"I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me."

Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.

"O, I could play the woman with mine eyes And braggart with my tongue."

Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.

"The night is long that never finds the day."

Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.

"Out, damned spot! out, I say!"

Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1.

"Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard?"

Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1.

"Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?"

Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1.

"All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand."

Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1.

"Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear."

Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3.

"My way of life Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but in their stead Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not."

Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3.

"Macb. Throw physic to the dogs: I 'll none of it."

Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3.

"I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again."

Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3.

"Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still, "They come!" our castle's strength Will laugh a siege to scorn."

Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5.

"My fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with horrors."

Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5.

"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, 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. Act v. Sc. 5.

"I pull in resolution, and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend That lies like truth: "Fear not, till Birnam wood Do come to Dunsinane.""

Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5.

"I gin to be aweary of the sun."

Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5.

"Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we 'll die with harness on our back."

Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5.

"Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death."

Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 6.

"I bear a charmed life."

Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8.

"And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense: That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope."

Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8.

"Live to be the show and gaze o' the time."

Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8.

"Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!""

Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8.

"For this relief much thanks: 't is bitter cold, And I am sick at heart."

Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.

"But in the gross and scope of my opinion, This bodes some strange eruption to our state."

Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.