Quotes on Macbeth Essay

It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, 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.

I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none

Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh!

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.

Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.

Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.