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And Fortune, on his damnèd quarrel smiling, Show'd like a rebel's whore. But all's too weak; For brave Macbeth (well he deserves that name) Disdaining Fortune, with his brandished steel, Which smoked with bloody execution |
Speaker: Captain Act 1 |
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Look, how our partner's rapt. |
Speaker: Banquo Act 1 |
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My noble partner You greet with present grace and great prediction Of noble having and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal. To me you speak not. If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not, Speak, then, to me, who neither beg nor fear Your favors nor your hate. |
Speaker: Banquo Act 1 |
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My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man That function is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is but what is not. |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 1 |
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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. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires. The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 1 |
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If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribsAgainst the use of nature? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings. My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man That function is smothered in surmise And nothing is but what is not. |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 1 |
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My plenteous joys, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves In drops of sorrow.—Sons, kinsmen, thanes, And you whose places are the nearest, know We will establish our estate upon Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafterThe Prince of Cumberland; which honor must Not unaccompanied invest him only, But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine On all deservers.—From hence to Inverness And bind us further to you. |
Speaker: Duncan Act 1 |
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Fair is foul, and foul is fair; Hover through the fog and filthy air. |
Speaker: Three Witches Act 1 |
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So foul and fair a day I have not seen. |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 1 |
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There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face. He was a gentleman on whom I built An absolute trust. |
Speaker: Duncan Act 1 |
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You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so. |
Speaker: Banquo Act 1 |
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I'll drain him dry as hay. Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his penthouse lid. He shall live a man forbid. Weary sev'nnights, nine times nine, Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine. Though his bark cannot be lost, Yet it shall be tempest-tossed. |
Speaker: First Witch Act 1 |
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Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be What thou art promised. Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great, Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it. |
Speaker: Lady Macbeth Act 1 |
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If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir. |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 1 |
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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. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 1 |
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Prithee, peace: I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 1 |
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Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 2 |
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If't be so, For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind, For them the gracious Duncan have I murdered, Put rancors in the vessel of my peace Only for them, and mine eternal jewel Given to the common enemy of man, To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings. Rather than so, come fate into the list, And champion me to th' utterance! |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 3 |
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That will never be. Who can impress the forest, bid the tree Unfix his earthbound root? Sweet bodements, good! Rebellious head, rise never till the Wood Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath To time and mortal custom. |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 4 |
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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— |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 1 |
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'Gainst nature still! Thriftless ambition, that will ravin up Thine own lives' means! Then 'tis most like The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth. |
Speaker: Ross Act 2 |
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Thou hast it now—king, Cawdor, Glamis, all, As the weird women promised, and I fear Thou played'st most foully for't. Yet it was said It should not stand in thy posterity, But that myself should be the root and father Of many kings. If there come truth from them (As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine) Why, by the verities on thee made good, May they not be my oracles as well, And set me up in hope? But hush, no more. |
Speaker: Banquo Act 3 |
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For mine own good All causes shall give way. I am in blood Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er. |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 3 |
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Either thou, Macbeth, Or else my sword, with an unbattered edge, I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; By this great clatter, one of greatest note Seems bruited. Let me find him, Fortune, And more I beg not. |
Speaker: Macduff Act 5 |
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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. |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 5 |
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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; |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 1 |
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Knock, knock! Who's there, in th'other devil's name? Faith, here's an equivocator that could swear in both the scales against either scale; who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven. O, come in, equivocator. |
Speaker: Porter Act 2 |
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Ha, good father, Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act, Threaten his bloody stage. By th' clock, 'tis day, And yet dark night strangles the traveling lamp. Is't night's predominance or the day's shame That darkness does the face of earth entomb When living light should kiss it? |
Speaker: Ross Act 2 |
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That, by the help of these (with Him above To ratify the work), we may again Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights, Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives, Do faithful homage and receive free honors. All which we pine for now: and this report Hath so exasperate the king that he Prepares for some attempt of war. |
Speaker: Lord Act 3 |
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Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo. Down! Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs. And thy hair, Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first. A third is like the former.—Filthy hags! Why do you show me this?—A fourth? Start, eyes! What, will the line stretch out to th' crack of doom? Another yet? A seventh? I'll see no more. And yet the eighth appears who bears a glass Which shows me many more, and some I see That two-fold balls and treble scepters carry. Horrible sight! Now I see 'tis true, For the blood-boltered Banquo smiles upon me, And points at them for his. |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 4 |
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'Tis call'd the evil: A most miraculous work in this good king, Which often, since my here-remain in England I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven Himself best knows, but strangely visited people All swoll'n and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures, Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy, And sundry blessings hang about his throne That speak him full of grace. |
Speaker: Malcolm Act 4 |
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Your face, my Thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue; look like th' innocent flower, But be the serpent under't. |
Speaker: Lady Macbeth Act 1 |
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See, see, our honour'd hostess!— The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. […] Fair and noble hostess, We are your guest to-night. |
Speaker: Duncan Act 1 |
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I am settled and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show. False face must hide what the false heart doth know. |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 1 |
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O, proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear. This is the air-drawn dagger which you said Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts, Impostors to true fear, would well become A woman's story at a winter's fire, Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself! Why do you make such faces? When all's done, You look but on a stool. |
Speaker: Lady Macbeth Act 3 |
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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. 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!" |
Speaker: Lady Macbeth Act 1 |
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Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since?And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valor As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i' th' adage? |
Speaker: Lady Macbeth Act 1 |
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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, had I so sworn as you Have done to this. |
Speaker: Lady Macbeth Act 1 |
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Bring forth men-children only, For thy undaunted mettle should compose Nothing but males. |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 1 |
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O gentle lady, 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak. The repetition in a woman's ear Would murder as it fell. |
Speaker: Macduff Act 2 |
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I shall do so, But I must also feel it as a man. I cannot but remember such things were That were most precious to me. |
Speaker: Macduff Act 4 (This takes place just after Macduff hears that his family has been slaughtered) |
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Were such things here as we do speak about? Or have we eaten on the insane root That takes the reason prisoner? |
Speaker: Banquo Act 1 |
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There's comfort yet; they are assailable. Then be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's summons The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note. |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 3 |
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Have I not reason, beldams as you are? Saucy and overbold, how did you dare To trade and traffic with Macbeth In riddles and affairs of death, And I, the mistress of your charms, The close contriver of all harms, Was never call'd to bear my part, Or show the glory of our art? And which is worse, all you have done Hath been but for a wayward son, Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do, Loves for his own ends, not for you. |
Speaker: Hecate Act 3 |
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Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. |
Speaker: Three Witches Act 4 |
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What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state. |
Speaker: Duncan Act 1 |
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Doubtful it stood, As two spent swimmers that do cling together And choke their art. |
Speaker: Captain Act 1 (Speaking of the battle at the beginning) |
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Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel, Which smoked with bloody execution, Like valor's minion carved out his passage Till he faced the slave; Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Till he unseamed him from the nave to th' chops, And fixed his head upon our battlements. |
Speaker: Captain Act 1 |
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So well thy words become thee as thy wounds: They smack of honor both. |
Speaker: Duncan Act 1 |
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From this moment The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done: The castle of Macduff I will surprise, Seize upon Fife, give to th' edge o' th' sword His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls That trace him in his line. |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 4 |
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Let us rather Hold fast the mortal sword and, like good men, Bestride our downfall'n birthdom. Each new morn New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds As if it felt with Scotland, and yell'd out Like syllable of dolor. |
Speaker: Macduff Act 4 |
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Why then, God's soldier be he! Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death; And so, his knell is knolled. |
Speaker: Siward Act 5 |
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Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 1 |
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Thy letters have transported me beyond This ignorant present, and I feel now The future in the instant. |
Speaker: Lady Macbeth Act 1 |
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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 catchWith 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. |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 1 |
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Hang out our banners on the outward walls. The cry is still "They come!" Our castle's strength Will laugh a siege to scorn. Here let them lie Till famine and the ague eat them up. Were they not forced with those that should be ours, We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, And beat them backward home. |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 5 |
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Boundless intemperance In nature is a tyranny. It hath been The untimely emptying of the happy throne And fall of many kings. |
Speaker: Macduff Act 4 |
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Hail, King! for so thou art. Behold, where stands Th' usurper's cursèd head. The time is free. I see thee compassed with thy kingdom's pearl, That speak my salutation in their minds, Whose voices I desire aloud with mine. Hail, King of Scotland! |
Speaker: Macduff Act 5 |
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But 'tis strange, 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. |
Speaker: Banquo Act 1 |
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Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it. |
Speaker: Malcolm Act 1 (Speaking of the treasonous Thane of Cawdor, whom Macbeth replaces) |
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Thou art so far before That swiftest wing of recompense is slow To overtake thee. Would thou hads less deserved, That the proportion both of thanks and payment Might have been mine. Only I have left to say, 'More is thy due than more than all can pay'. |
Speaker: Duncan Act 1 (Speaking to Macbeth about his glories in battle, etc.) |
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Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crowned withal. |
Speaker: Lady Macbeth Act 1 |
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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. |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 1 (Thinking about killing Duncan - in the middle of the speech that starts, "If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well / It were done quickly.") |
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That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold. What hath quenched them hath given me fire. |
Speaker: Lady Macbeth Act 2 |
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the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 2 |
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Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures. 'Tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. |
Speaker: Lady Macbeth Act 2 |
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To know my deed 'twere best not know myself. |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 2 |
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Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, And look on death itself. |
Speaker: Macduff Act 2 |
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Had I but died an hour before this chance I had lived a blessèd time, for from this instant There's nothing serious in mortality. |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 2 |
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To show an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy. |
Speaker: Malcolm Act 2 |
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God's benison go with you, and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes. |
Speaker: Old Man Act 3 (Compare with "Fair is foul and foul is fair") |
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To be thus is nothing But to be safely thus. |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 3 ("Thus" refers to being king - think of this in relation to Duncan, whom Macbeth murdered. He is thinking of his own safety because he saw how easily he took the former king's life) |
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Naught's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content. 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy. |
Speaker: Lady Macbeth Act 3 |
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There the grown serpent lies. The worm that's fled Hath nature that in time will venom breed, No teeth for th'present. |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 3 |
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He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear; And you all know security Is mortals' chiefest enemy. |
Speaker: Hecate Act 3 |
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Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits. The flighty purpose never is o'ertook Unless the deed go with it. |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 4 |
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Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet grace must still look so. |
Speaker: Malcolm Act 4 (foul is fair, but fair is not foul?) |
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What, man, ne'er pull your hat upon your brows. Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break. |
Speaker: Malcolm Act 4 |
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Foul whisp'rings are abroad. Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles; infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. More needs she the divine than the physician. |
Speaker: Doctor Act 5 |
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Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it. |
Speaker: Macbeth Act 5 (speaking to the Doctor because he says that he can't help Lady Macbeth with medicine) |