Lesser than Macbeth, and greater
Most sacrilegious murder
Look like the innocent flower, but be a serpent under't
Look how she washed her hands
Daggers in men's smiles
Fair is foul, and foul is fair
Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chops
O valiant cousin! Worthy gentleman!
You should be women, yet your beards forbid me to interpret that you are so
Stars, hide your fires! Let not light see my black and deep desires
Make thick my blood, unsex me here, and fill me from the crown to the toe, top-full of direst cruelty
It will have blood, they say: blood will have blood
I shall do so; but I must also feel it as a man
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage
Too full o' the milk of human kindness
I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from its boneless gums, And dashed the brains out
Had he not resembled my father as he slept, I had done't
Is this a dagger which I see before me
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?
His silver skin laced with his golden blood; and his gash'd stabs looked like a breach in nature
'Tis safer to be that which we destroy than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy
Something wicked this way comes
What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? - Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?
Macduff was from his mother's womb untimely ripp'd
So wild in their attire, that they not look like th' inhabitants o' the earth
This castle hath a pleasant seat
I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people
The Thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now?
Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand