"That was not born of woman? Such a one am I to fear, or none"
I can't believe I let my wife talk me into murdering my lord
I was not born of a woman. I was ripped from my mother's womb
All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king
A flaw that causes the hero's downfall
"Hail, king! for so thou art: behold, where standsThe usurper's cursed head: the time is free:I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl,That speak my salutation in their minds;Whose voices I desire aloud with mine:Hail, King of Scotland!"
The moment when the hero makes a critical discovery
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! 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.
A reversal of fortune
A fate that can't be avoided
The feeling of pity or fear the audience experiences after the hero's fall