| A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep and do the effects of watching | Doctor to Gentlewoman |
| Out, damned spot, out, I say! One. Two. Why then, ’tis time to do ‘t. Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie, a soldier and afeared? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have so much blood in him? | Lady Macbeth to Macbeth (soliloquy) |
| Wash your hands. Put on your nightgown. Look not so pale. I tell you yet again, Banquo’s buried; he cannot come out on ‘s grave. | Lady Macbeth to Macbeth (soliloquy) |
| To bed, to bed. There’s knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come. Give me your hand. What’s done cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed | Lady Macbeth to Macbeth (soliloquy) |
| Foul whisp’rings are abroad. Unnatural deedsDo breed unnatural troubles. Infected mindsTo their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.More needs she the divine than the physician.God, God forgive us all. Look after her.Remove from her the means of all annoyanceAnd still keep eyes upon her. | Doctor to Gentlewoman |
| Till Birnam Wood remove to DunsinaneI cannot taint with fear. What’s the boy Malcolm? | Macbeth to attendants |
| Go prick thy face and over-red thy fear,Thou lily-livered boy. What soldiers, patch?Death of thy soul! Those linen cheeks of thineAre counselors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? | Macbeth to servant |
| Let every soldier hew him down a boughAnd bear ‘t before him. Thereby shall we shadowThe numbers of our host and make discoveryErr in report of us. | Malcolm to Menteith |
| The Queen, my lord, is dead. | Seyton to Macbeth |
| She should have died hereafter.There would have been a time for such a word.Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrowCreeps in this petty pace from day to dayTo the last syllable of recorded time,And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor playerThat struts and frets his hour upon the stageAnd then his heard no more. It is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing. | Macbeth (soliloquy) |
| As I did stand my watch upon the hill,I looked toward Birnam, and anon methoughtThe Wood began to move. | Messenger to Macbeth |
| Now near enough. Your leafy screens throw downAnd show like those you are.–You, worthy uncle,Shall with my cousin, your right noble son,Lead our first battle. Worthy Macduff and weShall take upon ‘s what else remains to do,According to our order. | Malcolm to Siward |
| They have tied me to a stake. I cannot fly,But, bear-like, I must fight the course. What’s heThat was not born of woman? Such a oneAm I to fear, or none. | Macbeth (aside) |
| Thou wast born of woman.But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,Brandished by man that’s of a woman born. | Macbeth to slain Young Siward |
| That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face!If thou beest slain, and with no stroke of mine,My wife and children’s ghosts will haunt me still. | Macduff to Macbeth |
| Despair thy charm,And let the angel whom thou still hast servedTell thee Macduff was from his mother’s womb,Untimely ripped. | Macduff to Macbeth |
| Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,For it hath cowed my better part of man! | Macbeth to Macduff |
| Hail, king! for so thou art. Behold where standsTh’ usurper’s cursed head. The time is free.I see thee compassed with thy kingdom’s pearl,That speak my salutation in their minds,Whose voices I desire aloud with mine.Hail, King of Scotland! | Macduff to Malcolm |
| We shall not spend a large expense of timeBefore we reckon with your several lovesAnd make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen,Henceforth be earls, the first that ever ScotlandIn such an honor named. What’s more to do,Which would be planted newly with the time,As calling home our exiled friends abroadThat fled the snares of watchful tyranny,Producing forth the cruel minstersOf this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen(Who, as ’tis thought, by self and violent hands,Took off her life)–this, and what needful elseThat calls upon us, by the grace of grace,We will perform in measure, time, and place.So thanks to all at once and to each one,Whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone. | Malcolm to court |
Macbeth Act 5 Important Quotes
July 3, 2019