"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."