Macbeth Act 1 Scene 5

Lady Macbeth’s doubts about Macbeth’s nature Yet I do fear thy nature, It is too full o’ th’ milk of human-kindness To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great, Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it
Lady Macbeth’s hoarse raven phrase The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements
Lady Macbeth’s beswearing of the evil spirits part 1 Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top full Of direst cruelty! Make thick my blood, Stop up th’access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose
Lady Macbeth’s beswearing of the evil spirits part 2 ” Come to my woman’s breasts…” Come to my woman’s breasts and take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature’s mischief!
Lady Macbeth’s beswearing of the evil spirits part 3 “Come thick night” Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry “Hold, hold!”
Lady Macbeth urges her husband to be deceptive Your face, my Thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower But be the serpent under’t