Macbeth

• When shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? (First Witch, I.i)

• When the hurlyburly's done, when the battle's lost and won. (Second Witch, I.i)

• Fair is foul, and foul is fair: hover through the fog and filthy air. (Witches, I.i)

• So foul and fair a day I have not seen. (Macbeth, I.iii)

• Yet do I fear thy nature; it is too full o' the milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way. (Lady (Gruoch) Macbeth, I.v)

• 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. (Lady Macbeth, I.v)

• Come to my woman's breasts, and take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, wherever in your sightless substances you wait on nature's mischief! (Lady Macbeth, I.v)

• If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly (Macbeth, I.vii)

• I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself and falls on the other. (Macbeth, I.vii)

• 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. (Lady Macbeth, I.vii)

• 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. (Macbeth, II.i)

• Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep." (Macbeth, II.ii)

• Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red. (Macbeth, II.ii)

• I am in blood / Step't in so far that, should I wade no more, / Returning were as tedious as go o'er. (Macbeth, III.iv)

• Double, double toil and trouble / Fire burn and cauldron bubble. (Witches, IV.i) {See also List of misquotations}

• laugh to scorn the power of man, for none of woman born shall harm Macbeth. (Second Apparition, IV.i)

• Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be until great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill shall come against him. (Third Apparition, IV.i)

• What, you egg! - Murderer, IV.ii

• Out, damned spot! out, I say! (Lady Macbeth, V.i)

• all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. (Lady Macbeth, V.i)

• 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, V.v)