Act i. Sc. 7.
Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking off.
Act i. Sc, 7.
I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
And falls on the other--.
Act i. Sc. 7.
I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people.
Act i. Sc. 7.
Letting _I dare not_ wait upon _I would_.
Like the poor cat i' the adage.
Act i. Sc. 7.
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more, is none.
Act i. Sc. 7.
But screw your courage to the sticking-place.
Act ii. Sc. 1.
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle towards my hand?
Act ii. Sc. 1.
Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
The very stones prate of my whereabout.
Act ii. Sc. 1.
For it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell!
Act ii. Sc. 2.
The attempt, and not the deed,
Confound us.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care.
Act ii. Sc. 2.
Infirm of purpose!
Act ii. Sc. 3.
The labor we delight in, physics pain.
Act ii. Sc. 3.
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of.
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