Lady Macbeth Upon his death? Macbeth I am settled, and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Read more about Act 1, Scene 7: Popup Note Index Item: "bend up"
Macbeth Bring forth men-children only, For thy undaunted mettle should compose Nothing but males. Will it not be received, Read more about Act 1, Scene 7: Popup Note Index Item: "mettle" and "males"
Lady Macbeth As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,' Like the poor cat i' the adage? Read more about Act 1, Scene 7: Popup Note Index Item: "cat i' the adage"
Macbeth Not cast aside so soon. Lady Macbeth Was the hope drunk Wherein you dressed yourself? Hath it slept since And wakes it now to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time, Read more about Act 1, Scene 7: Popup Note Index Item: "hope"
Macbeth He hath honored me of late, and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon. Read more about Act 1, Scene 7: Popup Note Index Item: "worn now in their newest gloss"
Macbeth [Aside] The Prince of Cumberland — that is a step On which I must fall down, or else overleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires, Let not light see my black and deep desires. The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. Read more about Act 1, Scene 4: Popup Note Index Item: "Stars"
Banquo Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. Macbeth Give me your favor; my dull brain was wrought Read more about Act 1, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "things forgotten"
Banquo That he seems rapt withal. To me you speak not. If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear Your favors, nor your hate. Read more about Act 1, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "look into the seeds of time"
All The weird sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about, Thrice to thine and thrice to mine, And thrice again to make up nine. Peace, the charm's wound up. Read more about Act 1, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "thrice"
First Witch But in a sieve, I'll thither sail, And, like a rat without a tail, I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do. Read more about Act 1, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "in a sieve"
