| Each new morn new widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows strike heaven on the face, that it resounds as if it felt with Scotland, and yelled out like syllable of dolor. | macduff |
| Let’s make us med’cines of our great revenge to cure this deadly grief. | malcolm |
| He has no children. All my pretty ones? Did you say ‘all’? O hell-kite! | macduff |
| And what will you do now? How will you live?” “As birds do, mother. | lady macduff’s son |
| Macbeth shall never vanquished be until Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill shall come against him. | second apparition |
| O, I could play the woman with mine eyes and braggart with my tongue! But, gentle heavens, cut short all intermission! | macduff |
| Dispute it like a man | malcolm |
| Alas, poor country, almost afraid to know itself. It cannot be called our mother, but our grave, where nothing But who knows nothing is once seen to smile. | ross |
| Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! Beware Macduff! Beware the Thane of Fife! Dismiss me. Enough | first apparition |
| Then live, Macduff; what need I fear of thee? But yet I’ll make assurance double sure and take a bond of fate. Thou shalt not live, that I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies, and sleep in spite of thunder | macbeth |
| But I must also feel it as a man | macduff |
| A good and virtuous nature may recoil in and in an imperial charge. But I shall crave your pardon. That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose. Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace. But grace must still look on. | malcolm |
| But cruel are the times when we are traitors and do not know ourselves; when we hold rumor from what we fear, yet know not what we fear | ross |
| The castle of Macduff I will surprise, seize upon fife, give to the’ edge of the’ sword, his wife,his babies, and all unfortunate souls that trace him in his line | macbeth |
| But I must also feel it as a man, I cannot but remember such things, that were most precious to me | macduff |
| Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care who chafes, who frets or where conspirers are | third apparition |
| No, they were well at peace when I did leave ’em | ross |
| Fell slaughter on their souls. Heaven rest them now | macduff |
| O Scotland, Scotland | macduff |
| Double, double toil and trouble | the witches |
| I grant him bloody, luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin that has a name. But there’s no bottom, non, in my voluptuousness. Your wives, your daughters, your matrons, and your maids could not fill up the cistern of my lust, my desire all continent impediments would o’erbear that did oppose my will. Better Macbeth that such an one to reign | Malcolm |
| Bleed, bleed poor country | Macduff |
| Wisdom? to leave his wife, to leave his babes, his mansion and his titles in a place from whence himself does fly? he loves us not; he wants the natural touch; for the poor wren. the most diminutive of birds will flight, her young ones in her nest, against the owl. all is the fear, and nothing is the love, as little is the wisdom, where the flight so runs against all reason | Lady Macduff` |
| By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes | second witch |
MACBETH ACT 4 quotes
September 4, 2019