Quotes on Macbeth Play

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well. It were done quickly.

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.

Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil.

Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see

Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.

Macbeth: How does your patient, doctor? Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from rest. Macbeth: Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon her heart. Doctor: Therein the patient must minister to himself.

Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.

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.

Tis safter to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet Grace must still look so.

Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done.

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.