"O, gentle lady, 'Tis not for you to hear what i can speak: The repetition, in a woman's ear, Would murder as it fell. "
“Prithee, see there! Behold! Look! Lo! How say you? [To the ghost] Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too. If charnel-houses and our graves must send those that we bury back, our monuments shall be the maws of kites.”
"Be bloody, bold, and resolute: laugh to scorn. The power of man; for none of woman born shall harm Macbeth."
"The thane of Fife had a wife. Where is she now? [Rubbing her hands] What, will these hands never be clean?"