Macbeth If we should fail? Lady Macbeth We fail? But screw your courage to the sticking place, And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep — Read more about Act 1, Scene 7: Popup Note Index Item: "screw your courage to the sticking place"
Lady Macbeth Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time — bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue. Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't. He that's coming Read more about Act 1, Scene 5: Popup Note Index Item: “To beguile the time”
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be What thou art promised; yet do I fear thy nature – It is too full o'th milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great, Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win. Thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries 'Thus thou must do' if thou have it, And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither Read more about Act 1, Scene 5: Popup Note Index Item: What thou wouldst highly, /that wouldst thou holily”
Duncan Welcome hither. I have begun to plant thee, and will labour To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo, That hast no less deserved, nor must be known No less to have done so. Let me enfold thee And hold thee to my heart. Read more about Act 1, Scene 4: Popup Note Index Item: "grow" and "enfold"
Macbeth The service and the loyalty I owe, In doing it, pays itself. Read more about Act 1, Scene 4: Popup Note Index Item: “In doing it, pays itself”
Read more about Act 1, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: “Come what come may, / Time and the hour runs through the roughest day”
Banquo Ross Angus Ross Banquo Macbeth Angus Macbeth Banquo [Banquo joins Ross and Angus; Macbeth speaks to himself] Macbeth [Aside] Two truths are told As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme. [To Ross and Angus] I thank you, gentlemen. Read more about Act 1, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: “happy prologues to the swelling act”
Banquo Ross Angus Ross Banquo What, can the devil speak true? Read more about Act 1, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: “What, can the devil speak true?”
Ross Strange images of death. As thick as hail Came post with post, and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great defense, And poured them down before him. Read more about Act 1, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "as thick as hail"
Ross In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day, He finds thee in the stout Norwegian ranks, Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, Strange images of death. As thick as hail Read more about Act 1, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: “make strange images of death”
