The prince of Cumberland! That is a step On which I must fall down, orelse o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my blackand deep desires.
Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures. 'Tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil.
thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all, As the weird womenpromised, and I fear. Thou played’st most foully for ’t. Yet it was said Itshould not stand in thy posterity, But that myself should be the root andfather Of many kings.
Thunder. FIRST APPARITION : an armed head. Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!Beware Macduff. Beware the thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough.
t is an accustomed action with her to seem thus washing her hands. Ihave known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.
Out, damned spot! Out, I say!—One, two. Why, then, ’tis time to do ’t.Hell is murky!