"He hath been in unusual pleasure, and sent forth great largess to your offices. This diamond he greets your wife withal, By the name of most kind hostess."
"The wine that has made them drunk has made me bold. What has quenched them has made me fiery. It was the owl that screeched, the deadly watchman that bids good night to those near death. My husband's doing it now. The doors are open, and the drunken servants make a joke of their duty by snoring. I have so drugged their drinks that it's a question whether they will live or die."
"Still it cried, 'sleep no more!' to the whole house. 'Glamis has murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more. Macbeth shall sleep no more!"
"I thought I heard a voice cry, 'sleep no more!' Macbeth has murdered sleep. Innocent sleep, sleep that untangles the knots our worries, the goal of each day..."
"Weakling Give me the daggers, sleeping and dead people are like pictures. Only a child fears a picture- even of the devil."
"Where is that knocking coming from? What is happening to me when every noise terrifies me? Whose hands are these? Ha!They pluck out my eyes! Would all the water in the great sea god's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, my hand would instead turn the many seas bloody, making their green waters all red."