"As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem’st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem,"
Bring me no more reports. Let them fly all. Till Birnam Wood remove to Dunsinane I cannot taint with fear. What’s the boy Malcolm? Was he not born of woman?... All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus: “Fear not, Macbeth. No man that’s born of woman Shall e'er have power upon thee.”
I’ll not fight with thee.
Despair thy charm, And let the angel whom thou still hast served Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother’s womb Untimely ripped.
Macbeth: Liar and slave!
Macbeth: Bring me no more reports. Let them fly all. Till Birnam Wood remove to Dunsinane
Messenger: As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I looked toward Birnam, and anon methought The wood began to move.
"Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo. Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs. Why do you show me this?... And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass Which shows me many more, and some I see Horrible sight!"