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Macbeth - Continued.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Things without remedy, Should be without regard : what's done is done.

Act iii. Sc. 2.
We have scotched the snake, not killed it.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

Duncan is in his grave ! After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.

Act iii. Sc.. 4. 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 !

Act iii. Sc. 4.
Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake
Thy gory locks at me.

Act ïïi. Sc. 4. Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with !

Act iii. Sc. 4. What man dare, I dare.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble.

Macbeth - Continued.

Act iii. Sc. 4. You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting, with most admired disorder.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

Can such things be,
And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
Without our special wonder?

Act iii. Sc. 4. Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once.

Act iv. Sc. 1. Double, double, toil and trouble.

Act iv. Sc. 1.
Black spirits and white,

Red spirits and gray,
Mingle, mingle, mingle,

You that mingle may.*

*

Act iv. Sc. 1.

By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.

Act iv. Sc. 1. A deed without a name.

* These lines occur also in “ The Witch” of Thomas Mid. dleton, Act 5, Sc. 2; and it is uncertain to which the priority should be ascribed.

Macbeth - Continued.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

I'll make assurance double sure, And take a bond of fate.

Act iv. Sc. 1. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart ! Come like shadows, so depart.

Act iv. Sc. 1. What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom ?

Act iv. Sc. 1. The flighty purpose never is o’ertook, Unless the deed go with it.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

When our actions do not Our fears do make us traitors.

Act iv. Sc. 3.
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.

Act iv. Sc. 3.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak,
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.

Act iv. Sc. 3.
What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam,
At one fell swoop ?

Act iv. Sc. 3.
I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me.

Maobeth - Continued.

Act iv. Sc. 3.
O, I could play the woman with mine eyes,
And braggart with my tongue !

Act v. Sc. 3.

My way of life Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany

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age, As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but in their stead, Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honor, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not.

Act v. Sc. 3.

Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
That keep her from her rest.

Act v. Sc. 3.
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ;
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
Raze out the written troubles of the brain ;
And, with some sweet oblivious antidote,
Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?

Act v. Sc. 3.
Throw physic to the dogs: I'll none of it.

Act v. Sc. 3.
I would applaud thee to the very echo,
That should applaud again.

Macbeth - Continued.

Act v. Sc. 5.
Hang out our banners on the outward walls;
The cry is still, They come.

Act v. Sc. 5. 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.

Act v. Sc. 5.

Blow, wind ! come, wrack ! At least we 'll die with harness on our back.

Act v. Sc. 7. I bear a charmed life.

Act v. Sc. 7.

That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope.

Act v. Sc. 7.

Lay on, Macduff; And damned be him that first cries, Hold, enough!

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