Familiar Quotations | Page 9

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 damnation of his taking off.
Act i. Sc, 7.
I have no spur To prick 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?
Act ii. Sc. 1.
Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk,
for fear The very stones prate of my whereabout.
Act ii. Sc. 1.
For it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell!

Act ii. Sc. 2.
The attempt, and not the deed, Confound us.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
Infirm of purpose!
Act ii. Sc. 3.
The labor we delight in, physics pain.
Act ii. Sc. 3.
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Act ii. Sc. 4.
A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl
hawked at, and killed.
Act iii. Sc, 1.
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren scepter
in my gripe, Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand, No son of
mine succeeding.
Act iii. Sc. 1.
Mur. We are men, my liege. Mac. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men.
Act iii. Sc. 2.
We have scotched the snake, not killed it.

Act iii. Sc. 2.
Duncan is in his grave! After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.
Act iii. Sc. 4.
But now, I am cabined, cribbed, confined bound in To saucy doubts
and fears.
Act iii. Sc. 4.
Now good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both!
Act iii. Sc. 4.
Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake Thy gory locks at me.
Act iii. Sc. 4.
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with!
Act iii. Sc. 4.
What man dare, I dare.
Act iii. Sc. 4.
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble.
Act iii. Sc. 4.
Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once.
Act iii. Sc. 4.
Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without
our special wonder?
Act iv. Sc. 1.

Black spirits and white, Red spirits and gray, Mingle, mingle, mingle,
You that mingle may.[2]
[Note 2: These lines occur also in "The Witch" of Thomas Middleton,
Act 5, Sc. 2, and it is uncertain to which the priority should be
ascribed.]
Act iv. Sc. 1.
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
A deed without a name.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
I'll make assurance double sure, And take a bond of fate.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
Show his eyes, and grieve his heart! Come like shadows, so depart.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?
Act iv. Sc. 1. The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go
with it.
Act iv. Sc. 3.
What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, At one fell swoop?
Act iv. Sc. 3.
I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to
me.

Act iv. Sc. 3.
O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my
tongue!
Act v. Sc. 3.
My way of life Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf; And that which
should accompany old age, As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud, but deep,