“By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.”
“Sleep no more; Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep”
“A little water clears us of this deed. How easy is it then.”
“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”
“A good and virtuous nature may recoil in an Imperial charge.”
“What I believe, I’ll wail; What I know, believe, and what I can redress”
“I had else been perfect-Whole as the marble, founded as the rock.”
“I am in blood.
Steeped in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o’er.”