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Macbeth - Continued.

So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking off.

Act i. Sc. 7.

I have no spur

To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition which o’erleaps itself,
And falls on the other

Act i. Sc. 7.

I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people.

Act i. Sc. 7. Letting 1 dare not wait upon I would Like the poor cat i’ the adage.

Act i. Sc. 7.

I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more, is none.

Act i. Sc. 7.

But screw your courage to the sticking-place.

Act ii. Sc. 1.
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward

my

hand ?

Act ii. Sc. 1.

Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my

whereabout.

Macbeth - Continued.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

For it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell !

Act ii. Sc. 2.

The attempt, and not the deed,

Confounds us.

Act ii. Sc. 2. Sleep, that knits up the ravelled sleave of care.

Act ii. Sc. 2.
Infirm of purpose !

Act ii. Sc. 3.
The labor we delight in, physics pain.

Act ii. Sc. 3.
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of.

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Act ii. Sc. 4. A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawked at, and killed.

Act iii. Sc. 1. Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Mur. We are men, my liege.
Mac. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men.

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Act iii. Sc. 2.

Things without all 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 saucy

doubts and fears.

To

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 iii. 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 mee ing, with most admired disorder.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

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

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* These lines occur also in “ The Witch" of Thomas Middleton, 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.

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