Macbeth quote matching

I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack'd. Give me my armour.

Macbeth to Seyton

Heres the smell of the blood still

Lady macbeth (sleep talking)

Fair is foul and foul is fair

witches to other witches

Now does he feel His secret murders sticking on his hands; Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach; Those he commands move only in command, Nothing in love: now does he feel his title Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe Upon a dwarfish thief.

Angus to Caithness and Menteith

Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry in heaven; Their candles are all out. Take thee that too. A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers, Restrain in me the cursèd thoughts that nature Gives way to in repose.

Banquo to Fleance

All's well. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: To you they have showed some truth.

Banquo to Macbeth

O treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly! Thou mayst revenge—O slave!

Banquo to fleance

Thou hast it now—king, Cawdor, Glamis, all As the Weïrd Women promised, and I fear Thou played'st most foully for 't. Yet it was said It should not stand in thy posterity, But that myself should be the root and father Of many kings. If there come truth from them (As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine) Why, by the verities on thee made good, May they not be my oracles as well, And set me up in hope? But hush, no more.

Banquo to macbeth

Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies: Some say he's mad; others that lesser hate him Do call it valiant fury: but, for certain, He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause Within the belt of rule.

Caithness to Menteith and Angus

Foul whisperings are abroad: unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets: More needs she the divine than the physician. God, God forgive us all! Look after her; Remove from her the means of all annoyance, And still keep eyes upon her. So, good night: My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight. I think, but dare not speak.

Doctor to gentlewomen (important because Dr thinks Lady Macbeth might commit suicide)

(aside to MALCOLM) What should be spoken here, where our fate, Hid in an auger-hole, may rush and seize us? Let's away. Our tears are not yet brewed.

Donalbain to Maclolm

To Ireland, I. Our separated fortune Shall keep us both the safer. Where we are, There's daggers in men's smiles. The near in blood, The nearer bloody.

Donalbain to Maclolm

what he hath lost, noble MacBeth hath won

Duncan

The love that follows us sometime is our trouble

Duncan to Banquo

There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.

Duncan to Malcom

Noo more that Thane lf Cawdor shall deceive Our bossom interest. Go pronounce his present death, And with his formr title Greet Macbeth

Duncan to Ross

A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching! In this slumbery agitation, besides her walking and other actual performances, what, at any time, have you heard her say? That, sir, which I will not report after her.

First part Dr second part gentle woman (important because it shows gentlewomen has heard confessions of the murders

Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close. You see, her eyes are open.

First part gentle women second part Dr (important because lady Macbeth is sleep walking)

All hail MacBeth! Hail to thee, Thane of glamis! All hail Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor! All hail MacBeth!, that shalt be king hereafter!

First sentence witch one 2nd sentence witch two 3rd sentence witch three. all to MacBeth

O well done! I commend your pains; And every one shall share i' the gains; And now about the cauldron sing, Live elves and fairies in a ring, Enchanting all that you put in.

Hecate to Witches

Have I not reason, beldams as you are? Saucy and overbold, how did you dare To trade and traffic with Macbeth In riddles and affairs of death, And I, the mistress of your charms, The close contriver of all harms, Was never called to bear my part Or show the glory of our art? And which is worse, all you have done Hath been but for a wayward son, Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do, Loves for his own ends, not for you. But make amends now. Get you gone, And at the pit of Acheron Meet me i' th' morning. Thither he Will come to know his destiny. Your vessels and your spells provide, Your charms and everything beside. I am for th' air. This night I'll spend Unto a dismal and a fatal end. Great business must be wrought ere noon. Upon the corner of the moon There hangs a vap'rous drop profound. I'll catch it ere it come to ground, And that, distilled by magic sleights, Shall raise such artificial sprites As by the strength of their illusion Shall draw him on to his confusion. He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear. And you all know, security Is mortals' chiefest enemy.

Hecate to the three witches

Yet I do fear thy nature; It is too full o'th milk of human kindness to cath the nearest way.

Lady MacBeth to herself

Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures. 'Tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.

Lady Macbeth to Macbeth

My hands are of your color, but I shame To wear a heart so white.

Lady Macbeth to Macbeth

Naught's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content. 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy. How now, my lord, why do you keep alone, Of sorriest fancies your companions making, Using those thoughts which should indeed have died With them they think on? Things without all remedy Should be without regard. What's done is done.

Lady Macbeth to Macbeth

O, never shall sun that morrow see! Your face, my thane, is a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue. Look like th' innocent flower. But be the serpent under't.

Lady Macbeth to Macbeth

When you durst do it, then you were a man; and to be more than what you were, you would be so much more the man.

Lady Macbeth to Macbeth

That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold. What hath quenched them hath given me fire. Hark! Peace! It was the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it. The doors are open, and the surfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores. I have drugged their possets, That death and nature do contend about them, Whether they live or die.

Lady Macbeth to herself

Come you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, and fill me from the crow to the toe top full of direst cruelty

Lady Macbeth to spirits (not really to anyone because its a soliloquy)

O, proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear. This is the air-drawn dagger which you said Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts, Impostors to true fear, would well become A woman's story at a winter's fire, Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself! Why do you make such faces? When all's done, You look but on a stool.

Lady Macbeth with an aside to Macbeth about his weird actions

Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes, His mansion and his titles in a place From whence himself does fly? He loves us not;

Lady Macduff to Ross (He: Macduff)

Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him.

Lady macbeth (talking in her sleep)

When Duncan is asleep (whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him), his two chamberlains will i with wine and wassail so convince that memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason a limbeck only. When in swinish sleep their drenched natures lies as in a death, what cannot you and i perform upon th' unguarded Duncan? What not put upon his spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt of our great quell?

Lady macbeth to macbeth

We should have else desired your good advice (Which still hath been both grave and prosperous) In this day's council, but we'll take tomorrow. Is 't far you ride?

Macbeth asking banquo about his journey (planning his murder)

Ay, in the catalogue you go for men, As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves are clept All by the name of dogs. The valued file Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle, The housekeeper, the hunter, every one According to the gift which bounteous nature Hath in him closed; whereby he does receive Particular addition, from the bill That writes them all alike. And so of men. Now, if you have a station in the file, Not i' th' worst rank of manhood, say 't, And I will put that business in your bosoms Whose execution takes your enemy off, Grapples you to the heart and love of us, Who wear our health but sickly in his life, Which in his death were perfect. I

Macbeth describing the murderers

Bring them before us. To be thus is nothing, But to be safely thus. Our fears in Banquo Stick deep, and in his royalty of nature Reigns that which would be feared. 'Tis much he dares, And to that dauntless temper of his mind He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valor To act in safety. There is none but he Whose being I do fear; and under him My genius is rebuked, as it is said Mark Antony's was by Caesar. He chid the sisters When first they put the name of king upon me And bade them speak to him. Then, prophet-like, They hailed him father to a line of kings. Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown And put a barren scepter in my grip, Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding. If 't be so, For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind; For them the gracious Duncan have I murdered, Put rancors in the vessel of my peace Only for them, and mine eternal jewel Given to the common enemy of man To make them kings, the seeds of Banquo kings. Rather than so, come fate into the list, And champion me to th' utterance.—Who's there?

Macbeth first Soliloquy in act 3

Blood hath been shed ere now, i' th' olden time, Ere humane statute purged the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been performed Too terrible for the ear. The time has been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end. But now they rise again With twenty mortal murders on their crowns And push us from our stools. This is more strange Than such a murder is

Macbeth talking to himself and the ghost

What man dare, I dare. Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The armed rhinoceros, or th' Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble. Or be alive again And dare me to the desert with thy sword. If trembling I inhabit then, protest me The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mock'ry, hence! Why so, being gone, I am a man again.—Pray you sit still.

Macbeth talking to himself and the ghost

Know Banquo was your enemy. True, my lord. So is he mine, and in such bloody distance That every minute of his being thrusts Against my near'st of life. And though I could With barefaced power sweep him from my sight And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not, For certain friends that are both his and mine, Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall Who I myself struck down. And thence it is That I to your assistance do make love, Masking the business from the common eye For sundry weighty reasons.

Macbeth talking to murderer about banquo being his enemy

I did so, and went further, which is now Our point of second meeting. Do you find Your patience so predominant in your nature That you can let this go? Are you so gospeled To pray for this good man and for his issue, Whose heavy hand hath bowed you to the grave And beggared yours forever? We are men, my liege.

Macbeth talking to murderers about the killing of banquo

Your children shall be kings

Macbeth to Banquo

Whence is that knocking? How is 't with me when every noise appals me? What hands are here? Ha! They pluck out mine eyes. 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 to Lady Macbeth

Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits: The flighty purpose never is o'ertook Unless the deed go with it; from this moment The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done:

Macbeth to Lennox

Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessèd time, for from this instant There's nothing serious in mortality. All is but toys. Renown and grace is dead. The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.

Macbeth to Lennox and Ross

Who can be wise, amazed, temp'rate, and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man. Th' expedition of my violent love Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan, His silver skin laced with his golden blood, And his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature For ruin's wasteful entrance; there, the murderers, Steeped in the colors of their trade, their daggers Unmannerly breeched with gore. Who could refrain, That had a heart to love, and in that heart Courage to make 's love known?

Macbeth to Macduff (somewhat lennox malcom lady macbeth as well)

The thane of cawdor lives. Why do you dress me in borrowed robes

Macbeth to Ross (carson get off the quizlet)

I have lived long enough: my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.

Macbeth to Seyton

And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass Which shows me many more; and some I see That two-fold balls and treble scepters carry: Horrible sight! Now, I see, 'tis true; For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me, And points at them for his.

Macbeth to Witches

I conjure you, by that which you profess, Howe'er you come to know it, answer me: Though you untie the winds and let them fight, Against the churches; though the yesty waves Confound and swallow navigation up; Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down; Though castles topple on their warders' heads; Though palaces and pyramids do slope, Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure Of nature's germens tumble all together, Even till destruction sicken; answer me, To what I ask you.

Macbeth to Witches (2nd time)

To time and mortal custom. 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?

Macbeth to Witches (Apparitions)

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-oppressèd brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going, And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' th' other senses, Or else worth all the rest. I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing. It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one half-world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtained sleep. Witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and withered murder, Alarumed by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives. Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. I go, and it is done. The bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell.

Macbeth to himself (this is definetly a part 2 option of the test)

I hear it by the way; but I will send. There's not a one of them but in his house I keep a servant fee'd. I will tomorrow (And betimes I will) to the Weïrd Sisters. More shall they speak, for now I am bent to know By the worst means the worst. For mine own good, All causes shall give way. I am in blood Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er. Strange things I have in head that will to hand, Which must be acted ere they may be scanned.

Macbeth to himself and lady macbeth

Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep"—the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.

Macbeth to lady macbeth

We have scorched the snake, not killed it. She'll close and be herself whilst our poor malice Remains in danger of her former tooth. But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave. After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst; nor steel nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.

Macbeth to lady macbeth

When we have marked with blood those sleepy two of his own chamber and used their very daggers, that they have done't?

Macbeth to lady macbeth

At least we'll die with harness on our back.

Macbeth to messenger

They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, But, bear-like, I must fight the course. What's he That was not born of woman? Such a one Am I to fear, or none.

Macbeth to self

I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus: 'Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman Shall e'er have power upon thee.

Macbeth to servant

Then comes my fit again. I had else been perfect, Whole as the marble, founded as the rock, As broad and general as the casing air. But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears.—But Banquo's safe?

Macbeth to the people at the banquit

Hail, king! for so thou art: behold, where stands The usurper's cursed head: the time is free: I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, That speak my salutation in their minds; Whose voices I desire aloud with mine: Hail, King of Scotland!

Macduff to Malcolm

O gentle lady, 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak. The repetition in a woman's ear Would murder as it fell.

Macduff to lady Macbeth

Despair thy charm; And let the angel whom thou still hast served Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripp'd.

Macduff to macbeth

This murderous shaft that's shot Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way Is to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse, And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, But shift away. There's warrant in that theft Which steals itself when there's no mercy left.

Malcolm to Donalbain

What will you do? Let's not consort with them. To show an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy. I'll to England.

Malcolm to Donalbain

My thanes and kinsmen, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland In such an honour named.

Malcolm to thanes and kinsmen

Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.

Malcom to Duncan (about Thane of Cawdor bing a trator)

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.

Malcom to soldiers

The English power is near, led on by Malcolm, His uncle Siward and the good Macduff: Revenges burn in them; for their dear causes Would to the bleeding and the grim alarm Excite the mortified man. Near Birnam wood Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming.

Menteith to Angus for first paragraph and Angus to Menteith for second paragraph

The King comes here tonight.

Messenger to Lady Macbeth (about killing Duncan)

As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move.

Messenger to Macbeth

Knock, knock! Who's there, in the other devil's name? Faith, here's an equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale; who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate to heaven: O, come in, equivocator.

Porter to audience Macduff and Lennox

Ha, good father, Thou seest the heavens, as troubled with man's act, Threatens his bloody stage. By th' clock 'tis day, And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp. Is 't night's predominance or the day's shame That darkness does the face of Earth entomb When living light should kiss it?

Ross to old man

The queen, my lord, is dead.

Seyton to Macbeth

She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. 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.

to himself because its a soliloquy

My former speeches have but hit your thoughts, Which can interpret farther. Only I say Things have been strangely borne. The gracious Duncan Was pitied of Macbeth; marry, he was dead. And the right valiant Banquo walked too late, Whom you may say, if 't please you, Fleance killed, For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late. Who cannot want the thought how monstrous It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain To kill their gracious father? Damnèd fact, How it did grieve Macbeth! Did he not straight In pious rage the two delinquents tear That were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep? Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely, too, For 'twould have angered any heart alive To hear the men deny 't. So that I say He has borne all things well. And I do think That had he Duncan's sons under his key (As, an 't please heaven, he shall not) they should find What 'twere to kill a father. So should Fleance. But peace. For from broad words, and 'cause he failed His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear Macduff lives in disgrace. Sir, can you tell Where he bestows himself? T

lennox to another lord

I'll dain him dry as ahy. Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his penthouse lid. He shall live a man forbid.

Witches to other witches (quote about MacBeth)

The son of Duncan (From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth) Lives in the English court and is received Of the most pious Edward with such grace That the malevolence of fortune nothing Takes from his high respect. Thither Macduff Is gone to pray the holy king upon his aid To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward That, by the help of these (with Him above To ratify the work), we may again Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights, Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives, Do faithful homage, and receive free honors, All which we pine for now. And this report Hath so exasperate the King that he Prepares for some attempt of war.

another lord to lennox

It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her hands: I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.

gentle woman

Alack, I am afraid they have awaked, And 'tis not done. Th' attempt and not the deed Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready; He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I had done 't.

lady Macbeth to herself then Macbeth

Sit, worthy friends. My lord is often thus And hath been from his youth. Pray you, keep seat. The fit is momentary; upon a thought He will again be well. If much you note him You shall offend him and extend his passion. Feed and regard him not Are you a man?

lady macbeth trying to play off macbeths weird actions at the banquit