When shall we three meet again, In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

Act i. Sc. 1.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair.

Act i. Sc. 3.

The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

Act i. Sc. 4.

Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it.

Act i. Sc. 4.

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

Act i. Sc. 5.

Yet I do fear thy nature; It is too full of the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way.

Act i. Sc. 5.

Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters.

Act i. Sc. 7.

If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly.

Act i. Sc. 7.

That but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here.

Act i. Sc. 7.

This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice To our own lips.

Act i. Sc. 7.

Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep d.a.m.nation of his taking off.

Act i. Sc, 7.

I have no spur To p.r.i.c.k 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 _I 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 towards my hand?