When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightening or in rain,
When the hurly, burleys done
When the battles' lost and won


Young Seyward: Halt!  Who goes there?
Macbeth: 'Tis I, Macbeth.
Young Seyward: The devil himself could not pronounce a name more
hateful to my ears!
Macbeth: No.  Nor more fearful.
Young Seyward: Thou liest, abhorred tyrant.  And with this sword I'll
prove the lie thou speakest.


When Macduff is told of the killing of his family:
'What? All my pretty ducks? All my little ones? what all?'

on discovering the killing of Duncan:

'oh horror, horror, horror'

on hearing that Macbeth would not die by the hand of someone born of 

'I was from my mother's womb untimely ripped'

trying to persuade Malcolm that he could be King

'[your mother] was on her knees more often that on her feet'


out,out,damned spot.this little hand would all the seas incarnadine.

public machine

out,out, damned spot; this little hand would all the seas incarnadine.