'O valiant cousin, worthy gentlemen'

'Two truths are told, as happy prologues to the swelling acts of this imperial theme. - I thank you gentlemen'

'If chance will have me king, why chance may crown me without my stir'

'Stars, hide your fires, let not light see my black and deep desires'

Come, you spirits, that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here and fill me from the crown to the toe topfull of direst cruelty'

'I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition which o'erleaps itself and falls on th'other

'But screw your courage to the sticking place, and we'll not fail'

'False face must hide what the false heart doth know'

'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more: Macbeth shall sleep no more'

'Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?'

'A little water clears us of this deed'

'I am in blood stepp'd so far that should I wade no more, returning were as tedious as go o'er'

'The very firstlings of my heart shall be the firstlings of my hand'

'Out, damned spot! Out, I say! One, two'

'The mind I sway by and the heart I bear shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear'

'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'

'of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen'