“this even-handed justice commends th’ingredients of our poisoned chalice to our own lips”
"That had a heart to love, and in that heart Courage to make's love known? Help me hence, Ho!... Look to the lady"
“We have scorched the snake, not killed it, She’ll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice Remains in danger of her former tooth. But let the frame of things disjointed, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat out meal in fear and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly: better be with dead”
Macbeth dies to the hands of Malcolm and Malcolm gains the throne of king. The End
“Third Apparition: Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are. Macbeth shall never vanquished be until Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill Shall come against him”
“Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing”