Why should I commit suicide like one of the ancient Romans? As long as I see enemies of mine alive, I would rather see my sword wound them than me.
Why should I play the Roman fool and die On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them.
Turn, hellhound, turn!Turn around, you dog from hell, turn around!
Of all men else I have avoided thee. But get thee back. My soul is too much charged With blood of thine already. You are the only man I have avoided. But go away now. I’m already guilty of killing your whole family
I have no words. My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out! I have nothing to say to you. My sword will talk for me. You are too evil for words!
Despair thy charm, And let the angel whom thou still hast served Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother’s womb Untimely ripped. You can forget about your charm. The evil spirit you serve can tell you that I was not born. They cut me out of my mother’s womb before she could bear me naturally.