Yet do I fear thy nature / It is to full o’ th’ milk of human kindness.” “Glamis thou art, and Cawdor and shalt be / What thou art promised. “My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.” “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.”
Had he not resembled / My father as he slept, I had done’t.” “I laid their daggers ready / He could not miss ‘em. “Things without all remedy should be without regard: what’s done, is done.” I would, while it was smiling in my face, / Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums / And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn as you / Have done to this.” “I have given suck, and know / How tender ’tis to love the babe that milks me. “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!'” “ou murd’ring ministers, / Wherever in your sightless substances / You wait on nature’s mischief.” 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.” “ou shall put / This night’s great business into my dispatch, / Which shall to all our nights and days to come / Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.” Look like th’ innocent flower, / But be the serpent under‘t.” Bear welcome in your eye, / Your hand, your tongue. “To beguile the time, / Look like the time. “Come you spirits, That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here” “That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold: / What hath quenched them hath given me fire.” “The raven himself is hoarse / That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan / Under my battlements.”
“What cannot you and I perform upon / The unguarded Duncan? What not put upon / His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt / Of our great quell?”
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