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Transcript of MACBETH
Cannot be ill, cannot be good. If ill,
Why hath it given me earnest of success,
Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor.
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature? Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.
"Tyrant, show thy face!
If thou beest slain, and with no stroke of mine,
My wife and children’s ghosts will haunt me still (5.7.16-18)."
Witches to Macbeth:
"Show his eyes and grieve his heart. Come like shadows; so depart."
Macbeth to Witches:
"I will be satisfied. Deny me this, And an
eternal curse fall on you! Let me know. Why
sinks that cauldron? And what noise is this?"
(Aside) "Hark! I laid their daggers ready;
He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled
My father as he slept, I had done ’t". (2.2.11-13)
Banquo to Macbeth:
"Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
as the weird women promised, and I fear thou
played'st most foully for 't."
Macbeth to Banquo:
"Come, seeling, night, Scarf up the tender eye
of pitiful day And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond which keeps me pale."
"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."(2.2.52-57)
I’ll guarantee my own fate by having you killed, Macduff. That way I can conquer my own fear and sleep easy at night (4.1.86-89)
Accursèd be that tongue that tells me so,
For it hath cowed my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
That palter with us in a double sense,
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope. I’ll not fight with thee. 5,8,17-22
(to MACBETH) O worthiest cousin,
The sin of my ingratitude even now
Was heavy on me. Thou art so far before
That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved,
That the proportion both of thanks and payment
Might have been mine! Only I have left to say,
More is thy due than more than all can pay. (1.4.15-22)
The service and the loyalty I owe
In doing it pays itself. Your highness' part
Is to receive our duties, and our duties
Are to your throne and state children and servants,
Which do but what they should, by doing everything
Safe toward your love and honor. 1.4.23-29