Is this a dagger which I see before me,The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.Art thou not, fatal vision, sensibleTo feeling as to sight? (2.1.33-37)
"Thou canst not say I did it; never shake/ Thy gory locks at me!"(3.4.50-51)
"Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth: beware Macduff,/ Beware the Thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough"(4.1.70-71).