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Macbeth
[I, 1] |
Third Witch |
6 |
That will be ere the set of sun.
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2 |
Macbeth
[I, 3] |
First Witch |
112 |
I myself have all the other,
And the very ports they blow,
All the quarters that they know
I' the shipman's card.
I will drain him dry as hay:
Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his pent-house lid;
He shall live a man forbid:
Weary se'nnights nine times nine
Shall he dwindle, peak and pine:
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-tost.
Look what I have.
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3 |
Macbeth
[I, 3] |
Banquo |
152 |
Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear
Things that do sound so fair? I' the name of truth,
Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
Which outwardly ye show? 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 favours nor your hate.
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4 |
Macbeth
[I, 3] |
Macbeth |
257 |
[Aside] If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,
Without my stir.
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5 |
Macbeth
[I, 4] |
Duncan |
307 |
Welcome hither:
I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo,
That hast no less deserved, nor must be known
No less to have done so, let me enfold thee
And hold thee to my heart.
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6 |
Macbeth
[I, 4] |
Duncan |
315 |
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 hereafter
The Prince of Cumberland; which honour 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.
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7 |
Macbeth
[I, 5] |
Macbeth |
426 |
We will speak further.
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8 |
Macbeth
[I, 7] |
Macbeth |
474 |
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly: if the 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'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases
We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poison'd 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 cherubim, 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 the other.
[Enter LADY MACBETH]
How now! what news?
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9 |
Macbeth
[I, 7] |
Macbeth |
507 |
We will proceed no further in this business:
He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Not cast aside so soon.
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10 |
Macbeth
[I, 7] |
Lady Macbeth |
540 |
We fail!
But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep—
Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey
Soundly invite him—his two chamberlains
Will I with wine and wassail so convince
That memory, the warder of the brain,
Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason
A limbeck only: when in swinish sleep
Their drenched natures lie as in a death,
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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11 |
Macbeth
[I, 7] |
Macbeth |
554 |
Bring forth men-children only;
For thy undaunted mettle should compose
Nothing but males. Will it not be received,
When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two
Of his own chamber and used their very daggers,
That they have done't?
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12 |
Macbeth
[II, 1] |
Macbeth |
589 |
Being unprepared,
Our will became the servant to defect;
Which else should free have wrought.
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13 |
Macbeth
[II, 2] |
Lady Macbeth |
692 |
These deeds must not be thought
After these ways; so, it will make us mad.
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14 |
Macbeth
[II, 2] |
Macbeth |
721 |
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 in incarnadine,
Making the green one red.
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15 |
Macbeth
[II, 3] |
Malcolm |
933 |
What will you do? Let's not consort with them:
To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
Which the false man does easy. I'll to England.
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16 |
Macbeth
[II, 4] |
Ross |
982 |
'Gainst nature still!
Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up
Thine own life's means! Then 'tis most like
The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.
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17 |
Macbeth
[II, 4] |
Ross |
992 |
Will you to Scone?
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18 |
Macbeth
[II, 4] |
Ross |
994 |
Well, I will thither.
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19 |
Macbeth
[III, 1] |
Banquo |
1030 |
As far, my lord, as will fill up the time
'Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better,
I must become a borrower of the night
For a dark hour or twain.
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20 |
Macbeth
[III, 1] |
Banquo |
1035 |
My lord, I will not.
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