act 1 Macbeth
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- Fair is foul, and foul is fair
- What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.
- But ‘tis strange! And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray’s In deepest consequence.
- The Prince of Cumberland! That is a stop On which I must fall down, or else o’erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires! Let not light see my black and deep desires. The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
- Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue; look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under’t. He that’s coming must be provided for
- If it were done when ‘tis done, then ‘twere well It were done quickly[…] He’s here in double trust: First as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself[…]I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself And falls on the other
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