Quotes on Macbeth Motif

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.

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

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

It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Or art thou but / A dagger of the mind, a false creation, / Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

Is this a dagger which I see before me, _x000D_ _x000D_ The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. _x000D_ _x000D_ I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. _x000D_ _x000D_ Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible _x000D_ _x000D_ To feeling as to sight? or art thou but _x000D_ _x000D_ A dagger of the mind, a false creation, _x000D_ _x000D_ Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

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.