|The Three Witches|| "Fair is foul, and foul is fair,|
Hover through the fog and filthy air."
(A1, S1, L12-13, p.7)
|Banquo|| "My noble partner|
You greet with present grace and great prediction
Of noble having and of royal hope,"
(A1, S3, L57-59, p.17)
|Ross|| "And for an earnest of a greater honor,"|
(A1, S3, L109-110, p.21)
|Macbeth|| "I have no spur|
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
(A1, S7, L25-27, p.41)
|Macbeth|| "Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell|
That summons thee to heaven or to hell."
(A2, S1, L76-77, p.53)
|Malcolm|| "What will you do? Let's not consort with them."|
(A2, S3, L160, p.71)
|Macduff|| "Malcolm and Donalbain, the King's two sons,|
Are stol'n away and fled, which puts upon them
Suspicion of the deed."
(A2, S4, L36-38, p.75)
|Macbeth|| "There the grown serpent lies. The worm that's fled|
Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
No teeth for th' present. Get the gone. Tomorrow"
(A3, S4, L32-34, p.101)
|Lennox|| "Some holy angel |
Fly to the court of England and unfold
His message ere he come, that a swift blessing
May soon return to this our suffering country
Under a hand accursed."
(A3, S6, L51-55, p.115)
|Macbeth|| "Yet my heart |
Throbs to know one thing. Tell me if, your art
Can tell so much: shall Banquo's issue ever
Reign in this kingdom?"
(A4, S1, L114-117, p.127)
|Malcolm|| "This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,|
Was once thought honest. You have loved him well.
He hath not touched you yet."
(A4, S3, L14-16, p.139)
|Ross|| "Your castle is suprised, your wife and babes|
(A4, S3, L240-241, p.153)
|Macduff|| "All my pretty ones?|
Did you say 'all'? O hell-kite! All?
What, all my pretty chickens and their dam"
(A4, S3, L255-257, p.155)
|Lady Macduff|| "Out, damned spot, out, I say! One. Two."|
(A5, S1, L37, p.163)
|Macbeth|| "Bring me no more reports. Let them fly all.|
Till Birnam Wood remove to Dunsinane"
(A5, S3, L1-2, p.169)
|Malcolm|| "Let every soldier hew him down a bough|
And bear 't before him. Thereby shall we shadow
The numbers of our host and make discovery
Err in report of us."
(A5, S4, L6-9, p.175)
|Macbeth|| "Out, out, brief candle!|
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage"
(A5, S5, L26-28, p.177, 179)
|Macduff|| "Despair thy charm,|
And let the angel whom thou still hast served
Tell thee Macduff was from his mother's womb
(A5, S8, L17-20, p.185)