Out, damned spot; out, I say. . . . Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? (5.1.216)
Act 5, Scene 2
To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds. Make we our march towards Birnam. (5.2.224)
Act 5, Scene 3
Bring me no more reports. Let them fly all.Till Birnam Wood remove to DunsinaneI cannot taint with fear. What’s the boy Malcolm?Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus:“Fear not, Macbeth. No man that’s born of woman Shall e’er have power upon thee.” (5.3.226)
Act 5, Scene 4
Let every soldier hew him down a bough And bear ’t before him. Thereby shall we shadow The numbers of our host and make discovery Err in report of us. (5.4.232)
Act 5, Scene 5
The Queen, my lord, is dead. (5.5.236)
Act 5, Scene 6
Now near enough. Your leafy screens throw down, And show like those you are.— You, worthy uncle, Shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son, Lead our first battle. Worthy Macduff and we Shall take upon ’s what else remains to do, According to our order. (5.6.242)
Act 5, Scene 7
Thou wast born of woman But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Brandished by man that's of a woman born. (5.7.244)
Act 5, Scene 8
Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff; And damned be him that first cries, 'Hold enough!' (5.8.250)