We 'ld jump the life to come. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, I have bought Ibid. Golden opinions from all sorts of people. Ibid. Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,' Ibid. I dare do all that may become a man; Ibid. But screw your courage to the sticking-place, Ibid. Memory, the warder of the brain. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7. There's husbandry in heaven Their candles are all out. Shut up Act ii. Sc. 1. In measureless content. Is this a dagger which I see before me, thee. Ibid. Come, let me clutch I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? Ibid. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going. Ibid. Now o'er the one half-world Nature seems dead. Ibid. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout. Ibid. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell. Ibid. It was the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman, Act ii. Sc. 2. Confounds us. Ibid. The attempt and not the deed I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat. 1 Act ii. Sc. 1, Dyce, Staunton, White. Ibid. Methought I heard a voice cry, 'Sleep no more! Infirm of purpose! Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.1 Ibid.1 'Tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. Ibid.1 Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence Ibid.2 The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of. Ibid.2 Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? Ibid.2 1 Act ii. Sc. 1, Dyce, Staunton, White. 2 Act ii. Sc. 1, Dyce, White; Act ii. Sc. 2, Staunton. There's daggers in men's smiles. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.1 A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed. Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up I must become a borrower of the night Let every man be master of his time Act ii. Sc. 4.2 Ibid.2 Act iii. Sc. 1. Ibid. Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand, Ibid. Mur. We are men, my liege. Mac. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men. Ibid. I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed that I am reckless what I do to spite the world. Ibid. So weary with disasters, tugged with fortune, Ibid. To mend it, or be rid on 't. Things without all remedy Should be without regard: what's done is done. We have scotched the snake, not killed it. Act iii. Sc. 2. 1 Act ii. Sc. 1, Dyce, White; Act ii. Sc. 2, Staunton. Ibid. Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Can touch him further. In them nature's copy 's not eterne. A deed of dreadful note. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2. Ibid. Ibid. Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. Ibid. Now spurs the lated traveller apace To gain the timely inn. Act iii. Sc. 3. But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears. Act iii. Sc. 4. Now, good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both! Ibid. Thou canst not say I did it: never shake Thy gory locks at me. Ibid. The air-drawn dagger. Ibid. The times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end; but now they rise again, |