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1st Witch 2d Witch 3d Spir 6th Spir Birnam wood bleed blood Castle at Dunsinane charm Chor crown dagger dare death deed Donalbain dress END OF ACT Enter LADY MACBETH Enter MACBETH Enter MACDUFF Enter MALCOLM Enter SEYTON Exeunt Exit Ghost Exit Seyton eyes fear Flourish of Trumpets fly by night Garrick gashes Gates Gent Give Glamis hail hand hast hath hear heart Heaven Hecate honour horror i'the is't keep kelt King of Scotland knocking Lenox Lightning live look lord Macb Macd murder night noble Palace plaid vest rejoice Rosse royal Scone Scotland shalt Siward sleep Soldiers speak spirits strange sword tartan Tattler Thane of Cawdor thee There's thine things thither thou art thought Three WITCHES Thunder to-morrow to-night Trumpets and Drums Trumpets and Drums—Exeunt tyrant weird sisters What's wife worthy Thane would'st
Page 23 - 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?
Page 16 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it" ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do, Than wishest should be undone.
Page 15 - 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.
Page 11 - That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on't ? Live you ? or are you aught That man may question ? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips. — You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.
Page 39 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M.
Page 13 - New honours come upon him, Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould But with the aid of use.
Page 32 - They hailed him father to a line of kings : Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding.
Page 56 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Page 20 - 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 pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.