"I go, and it is done. The bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven or to hell."
"That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold, what hath quench’d them hath given me fire."
"Alack! I am afraid they have awak’d, and ’tis not done; the attempt and not the deed confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready; he could not miss them. Had he not resembled my father as he slept I had done’t. My husband!"
"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. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, for it must seem their guilt."
"How is't with me when every noise appalls me? What hands are here? Ha, they pluck out mine eyes. With all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red."