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- The Prince of Cumberland — that is a step On which I must fall down, or else overleap, 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.
- True, worthy Banquo, he is full so valiant, And in his commendations I am fed; It is a banquet to me. Let's after him, Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome.It is a peerless kinsman.
- O never Shall sun that morrow see – Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, 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, and you shall put This night's great business into my dispatch, Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
- Only look up clear;To alter favour ever is to fear.Leave all the rest to me.
- We will speak further.
- All our service, In every point twice done and then done double, Were poor and single business to contend Against those honors deep and broad wherewith Your majesty loads our house. For those of old, And the late dignities heaped up to them, We rest your hermits.
- This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle. Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, The air is delicate.
- See, see, our honored hostess. The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. Herin, I teach you How you shall bid God 'ild us for your pains, And thank us for your trouble.
- This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses.
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