I think not of them: Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, We would spend it in some words upon that buisness, If you would grant the time
I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: To you they have showed some truth
Act 2.1.
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee
Act 2.1.
I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?
Act 2.2
My husband!
My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heart so white.
Act 2.2
O Banquo! Banquo! Our royal master's murdered!
Act 2.3
Woe! Alas!What, in our house?
They were suborned. Malcom and Donalbain, the kings two sons, Are stol'n and fled, which puts upon them. Suspicion of the deed.
Act 2.4
Gainst nature still! Thriftless ambition that wilt ravin up. Thine own lifes means! Then tis most like the sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth