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only vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself, and falls on the other.-MacB. I., 7.
I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people.—MacB. I., 7.
I dare do all that may become a man; who dares do more, is none.—MACB. I., 7.
I am settled, and bend up each corporal agent to this terrible feat.—MACB. I., 7.
It was the owl that shriek’d, the fatal bellman, which gives the stern 'st good-night.-LADY M. II., 2.
I am one, my liege, whom the vile blows and buffets of the world have so incens’d, that I am reckless what I do, to spite the world.—2 MURD. III., 1.
I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate.-MACB. IV., 1.
I would not have such a heart in my bosom, for the dignity of the whole body.-GENT. V., 1.
Infected minds to their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.—Doct. V., 1.
you u? or are you aught that man may question: –BAN. I., 3.
Let's make us med’cines of our great revenge, to cure this deadly grief.-MAL. IV., 3.
M My plenteous joys, wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves in drops of sorrow.—Dun. I., 4.
My more-having would be as a sauce to make me hunger more.—MAL. IV., 3.
More needs she the divine, than the physician.Doct. V., 1.
Nought's had, all's spent, where our desire is got without content : ’tis safer to be that which we destroy, than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy.-LADY M. III., 2.
Now does he feel his title hang loose about him, like a giant's robe upon a dwarfish thief.-Ang. V., 2.
O proper stuff! this is the very painting of your fear. --LADY M. III., 4.
O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, and braggart with my tongue !-MacD. IV., 3.
Out, out, brief candle ! life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, that struts and frets, his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more.—Macb. V., 5.
Present fears are less than horrible imaginings. Macb. I., 3.
Signs of nobleness, like stars shall shine on all deservers.-Dun. I., 4.
Sleep, that knits up the ravell’d sleave of care, the death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, chief nourisher in life's feast.
-MacB. II., 2.
Such welcome and unwelcome things at once, 'tis hard to reconcile.—MACD. IV., 3.
Thy words become thee, as thy wounds; they smack of honour both.-Dun. I., 2.
There's no art, to find the mind's construction in the face.--Dun. I., 4.
Thou art so far before, that swiftest wing of recompense is slow to overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less desery’d.-DUN. I., 4.
There's husbandry in heaven, their candles are all out.-BAN. II., 1.
Thou sure and firm set earth, hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear thy very stones prate of my where-about, and take the present horror from the time, which now suits with it. -MacB. II., 1.
The attempt, and not the deed, confounds us.LADY M. II., 2.
The expedition of my
violent love out-ran the pauser reason.—MACB. II., 3.
To shew an unfelt sorrow, is an office which the false man does easy.—MAL. II., 3.
This sore night hath trifled former knowings.-OLD M. II., 4.
Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up thine own life's means !-Rosse, II., 4.
To be thus is nothing; but to be safely thus.MacB. III., 1.
Things without remedy, should be without regard : what's done, is done.-LADY M. III., 2.
Things bad begun, make strong themselves by ill. – MacB. III., 2.
Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits: the flighty purpose never is o’ertook, unless the deed go with it. MACB. IV.,
The king-becoming graces, as justice, verity, temperance, stableness, bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, &c., &c.—MAL. IV., 3.
This tune goes manly.—MAL. IV., 3.
The night is long, that never finds the day.-MAL.
Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.-MACB.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.-MACB. V., 5.
Unsafe the while, that we must lave our honours in these flattering streams; and make our faces vizards to our hearts, disguising what they are.—Macb. III., 2.
Unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles.Doct. V., 1.
Why do I yield to that suggestion whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, and make my seated heart knock at my ribs, against the use of nature ?-MACB. I., 3.
Would'st thou have that which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, and live a coward in thine own esteem ?-LADY M. I., 7.
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my
hand ?-MACB. II., 2.
What man dare, I dare.—MACB. III., 4.
What I am truly, is thine, and my poor country's, to command.-MAL. IV., 3.
What's done, cannot be undone.—LADY M. V., 1.