“Fair is foul, and foul is fair.” (Act I, Scene I)

“When the battle’s lost and won.” (Act I, Scene I)

“If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.” (Act I, Scene III)

“Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o’ the milk of human kindness.” (Act I, Scene V)

“Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under’t.” (Act I, Scene V)

“Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?” (Act II, Scene I)

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

“What’s done cannot be undone.”

“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.”

“False face must hide what the false heart doth know.”

“Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts! Unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top full
Of direst cruelty; make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my woman’s breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature’s mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry “Hold, hold!”

“All causes shall give way: I am in blood
Stepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o’er.”