“I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition”
“I do fear thy nature, it is too full o’ the milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great, art not without ambition, but without the illness that should attend it”
Loves his wife
“My dearest partner of greatness”
“Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck”
“Bring forth men children only”
Deceptive
“Stars, hide your fires, let not light see my black and deep desires”
“The eye wink at the hand”
“False face must hide what the false heart doth know”
“O yet I do repent me of my fury, that I did kill them.”
“His silver skin lac’d with his golden blook look’d like a breach in nature.”
“Who could refrain, that had a heart to love, and in that heart, courage to make his love known.”
“Make our faces vizards to our hearts, disguising what they are.”
Weak Character
Easily entranced by witches
“Speak, I charge you”
“Would Would they have stayed”
“Why do I yield to the suggestion whose horrid image doth unfix my hair and make my seated heart knock at my ribs…”
“My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical”
“Is this a dagger which I see before me, the handle toward my hand.”
Wife controls him
“We will proceed no further in this business, he hath honored me of late.”
“You would be so much more the man”
Bloodthirsty Tyrant
“I am in blood stepp’d in so far, that should I wade no more, it were as tedious to return as to go o’er”
“Seize upon Fife, give to the edge of the sword his wife, his babes, and all unfortunate soulds that trace him in his line”
“This dead butcher”
Destroys Scotland
“It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gash is added to her wounds”
“It cannot be called our mother, but our grave, where nothing, but who knows nothing, is once seen to smile, where sighs and groans that rent the air are made, not mark’d; where violent sorrow seems a modern ecstasy; the dead man’s knell is there carce ask’d forwho.
Tortured by regret
“Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?”
“Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst!”
“I have supp’d full with horrors, direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, cannot once start me.”
“Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day.”
“Duncan is in his grave, after life’s fitful fever, he sleeps well.”
“It will have blood they say, blood will have blood”
Paranoid
“Upon my head they plac’d a fruitless crown, and put a barren sceptre in my grip.”
“We have scotch’d the snake, not kill’d it.”
Haunted by Banquo’s ghost
“Which of you have done this? Thou canst not say I did it Never shake thy gory locks at me.”
“Avaunt, and quit my sight, let the earth hide thee! Thy bones are marowless, thy blood is cold, thou hast no speculation in those eyes.”
