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 popup_note_index_item 1553
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 popup_note_index_item 1552
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 popup_note_index_item 1551
Claudius Laertes, was your father dear to you, Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, A face without a heart? Laertes Why ask you this? Claudius Not that I think you did not love your father, But that I know love is begun by time, And that I see, (in passages of proof), Time qualifies the spark and fire of it. Hamlet comes back. What would you undertake To show yourself your father's son in deed, More than in words? Read more about Act 4, Scene 7: Popup Note Index Item: "love is begun by time...time qualifies the spark and fire of it"
Claudius Oh , for two special reasons, Which may to you perhaps seem much unsinewed, But yet to me they are strong. The queen, his mother, Lives almost by his looks, and for myself (My virtue or my plague, be it either which) She's so conjunctive to my life and soul That, as the star moves not but in his sphere, I could not but by her. The other motive Why to a public count I might not go Is the great love the general gender bear him, Who, dipping all his faults in their affection, Would, like the spring that turneth wood to stone, Convert his guilts to graces so that my arrows, Too slightly timbered for so loud a wind, Would have reverted to my bow again, And not where I had aimed them. Read more about popup_note_index_item 1541
Claudius Oh , for two special reasons, Which may to you perhaps seem much unsinewed, But yet to me they are strong. The queen, his mother, Lives almost by his looks, and for myself (My virtue or my plague, be it either which) She's so conjunctive to my life and soul That, as the star moves not but in his sphere, I could not but by her. The other motive Why to a public count I might not go Is the great love the general gender bear him, Who, dipping all his faults in their affection, Would, like the spring that turneth wood to stone, Convert his guilts to graces so that my arrows, Too slightly timbered for so loud a wind, Would have reverted to my bow again, And not where I had aimed them. Read more about popup_note_index_item 1542
Laertes If so you'll not o'errule me to a peace. Claudius To thine own peace. If he be now returned, Read more about popup_note_index_item 1543
Claudius Requite him for your father. Laertes I will do't, And for that purpose I'll anoint my sword. Read more about popup_note_index_item 1545
Macduff Hail, king, for so thou art. Behold where stands The usurper's cursèd head; the time is free. I see thee compassed with thy kingdom's pearl, That speak my salutation in their minds, Whose voices I desire aloud with mine — Hail, King of Scotland. All [Trumpets sound] Malcolm [Trumpets. All exit.] Read more about popup_note_index_item 607
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 popup_note_index_item 573
