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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.
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Macb. What is the night?
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.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.
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.[123:1]
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.
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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.
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Doct. Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
That keep her from her rest.
Macb. Cure her of that.
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd,
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?
Doct. Therein the patient
Must minister to himself.
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.
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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.[126:1]
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.[126:1]
Live to be the show and gaze o' the time.
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8.[126:1]
Lay on, Macduff,
And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!"
Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8.[126:1]
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.
Whose sore task
Does not divide the Sunday from the week.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.
This sweaty haste
Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.
In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.
And then it started like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
The extravagant and erring spirit hies
To his confine.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.
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It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
And then, they say, no spirit dares stir[127:1] abroad;
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.
So have I heard, and do in part believe it.
But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill.[127:2]
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1.
The memory be green.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
With an auspicious and a dropping eye,[127:3]
With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,
In equal scale weighing delight and dole.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
The head is not more native to the heart.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
A little more than kin, and less than kind.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
All that lives must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not "seems."
'T is not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Nor customary suits of solemn black.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
But I have that within which passeth show;
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
'T is a fault to Heaven,
A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
To reason most absurd.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
[128]His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
That it should come to this!
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother,
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
Why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
Frailty, thy name is woman!
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
A little month.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
Like Niobe, all tears.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
A beast, that wants discourse of reason.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
My father's brother, but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
It is not nor it cannot come to good.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
Or ever I had seen that day.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
In my mind's eye, Horatio.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
Season your admiration for a while.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
In the dead vast and middle of the night.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
Arm'd at point exactly, cap-a-pe.[128:1]
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
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While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
Ham. His beard was grizzled,—no?
Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life,
A sable silver'd.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
Let it be tenable in your silence still.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
Gave it an understanding, but no tongue.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
Foul deeds will rise,
Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.
A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
The perfume and suppliance of a minute.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.
The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
If she unmask her beauty to the moon:
Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes:
The canker galls the infants of the spring
Too oft before their buttons be disclosed,
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;
Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
And recks not his own rede.
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