Fair is foul, and foul is fair – The Witches (Act 1, Scene 1)
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me. – Macbeth (Act 1, Scene 3)
Stars, hide your fires! Let not light see my black and deep desires. – Macbeth (Act 1, Scene 4)
Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it. – Lady Macbeth (Act 1, Scene 5)
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Screw your courage to the sticking-place. – Lady Macbeth (Act 1, Scene 7)
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee; I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? – Macbeth (Act 2, Scene 1)
