If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, It shall make honor for you.
So I lose none in seeking to augment it, but still keepmy bosom franchised and allegiance clear, I shall be counselled
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.
I have done the deed.
I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on 't again I dare not.
Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead are but as pictures. 'Tis the eye of childhood that fears a a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, for it must seem their guilt.
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece. Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope the lord's anointed temple ,and stole thence the life o' th' building!
'Gainst nature still! Thriftless ambition, that will raven up thine own lives' means! then 'tis most like the sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.
He is already named and gone to scone to be invested.