Macbeth Act 1

Fair is foul, and foul is fair,Hover through the fog and filthy air Witches to Witches
This is the sergeantWho, like a good and hardy soldier, fought’Gainst my captivity.–Hail brave friend! Malcolm to Duncan
Doubtful it stood,As two swimmers that do cling togetherAnd choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald(Worthy to be a rebel, for to thatThe multiplying villanies of natureDo swarm upon him) from the Western IslesOf Kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,Showed like a rebels ***** Captain to Duncan and Malcolm
Disdaining fortune, with his brandished steel, Which smoked with bloody execution,Like valor’s minion, carved out his passageTill he faced the slave;Which ne’er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,Till he unseemed him from the nave to th’ chops,And fixed his head upon our battlements. Captain to Duncan and Malcolm about Macbeth.
As whence the sun ‘gins his reflectionShipwracking storms and direful thunders break,So that spring whence comfort seemed to comeDiscomfort swells. Captain to Duncan and MalcolmStorms come just as spring appears, bad things happen even in the midst of good.
Yes, as sparrow eagles, or the hare the lion.If I say sooth, I must they were cannons overcharged with double cracks,–So they doubly redoubled their strokes upon the foe. Captain to Duncan and MalcolmNo they were as scared as an eagle to a sparrow or a lion to a hare, they fought with twice as much ferocity than the first battle.
What a haste looks through his eyes!So should he look that seems to speak things strange. Lennox to Duncan and Malcolm; about Ross
Assisted by that most disloyal traitorThe thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict,Till that Bellona’s bridegroom, lapped in proof,Confronted his with self comparisons…And to conclude the victory fell on us. Ross to Duncan and Malcolm; about the victory against the Norwegions.Macbeth fought like the goddess of war’s husband, the Thane of Cawdor is a traitor
The Norway’s king, craves composition.Nor would we deign him burial of his menTill he disbursed at Saint Colme’s InchTen thousand dollars to our general use. Ross to Duncan and MalcolmShows Macbeth can be meanNorway wanted a treaty and we wouldn’t let them bury their dead until they retreated to Saint Colmes and paid ten thousand dollars.
I’ll drain him dry as hay,Sleep shall neither night nor dayHang upon his penthouse lid.He shall live a man forbid. Witches to Witches
So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Macbeth to BanquoI have not seen a day so good and bad in my life
So withered, and so wild in their attire,That look not like th’ inhabitants o’ th’ earthAnd yet are on ‘t? Banquo to WitchesAsking if they are real
Good sir, why do you start and seem to fear Things that sound so fair?–I’ th’ name of truth,Are you fantastical, or that indeedWhich outwardly you show? Banquo to Macbeth and Witches
Stay, you imperfect speakers. Tell me more. Macbeth to Witches
The earth hath bubbles, as water has,And these are of them. Banquo to Macbeth about witches
The King hath happily received, Macbeth,The news of thy success, and, when he reads Thy personal venture in the rebels’ fight,His wonders and his praises do contend Which should be thine or his. Ross to Macbeth and Banquo
We are sent To give thee from our royal master thanks,Only to herald thee into his sight,Not pay thee. Angus to Macbeth and Banquo
What, can the devil speak true? Banquo to Ross and Angus
With those of Norway, or did line the rebelWith hidden help and vantage, or that with bothHe labored in his country’s wrack, I know not;But treasons capital, confessed and proved,Have overthrown him. Angus to Macbeth about the Thane
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,The instruments of darkness tell us truths,Win us with honest trifles, to betray’sIn deepest consequence Banquo to Macbeth
Two truths are told As happy prologues to the swelling actOf the imperial theme, Macbeth to himself talking about the witches predictions
This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill, cannot be good. Macbeth to himself saying it cant be good or bad
My thoughts, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of man Macbeth to himself
Let us speak our free hearts together Macbeth to Banquo
There is no art to find the mind’s construction of the face. Duncan to Malcolm
My plentous joys, Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves In drops of sorrow. Duncan to Macbeth and Banquo and Malcolm
Stars hide your fires;Let not light see my black and deep desires. Lady Macbeth to himself
It is to full o’ th’ milk of human kindnessTo catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great,Art not without ambition, but withoutThe illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly,That wouldst holily wouldst not play falseAnd yet wrongly win. Lady Macbeth to Macbeth although he isn’t present.
The raven himself is hoarse that croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Lady Macbeth to herself
O, neverShall sun that morrow see! Lady Macbeth to Macbeth
Look like the innocent flower,But be the serpent under ‘t. Lady Macbeth to Macbeth
Bring forth men children only,For thy undaunted mettle should composeNothing but males. Macbeth to Lady Macbeth
False face must hide what the false heart doth know. Macbeth to Lady Macbeth

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