Macbeth act III: Quotes to Learn
Lady Macbeth: 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.
… Why do you keep alone,
Macbeth: And make our faces vizards to our hearts,
Disguising what they are.
Macbeth: O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
Macbeth: Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
Till thou applaud the deed…
Macbeth: But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears.
Macbeth: I hear it by the way; but I will send:
There’s not a one of them but in his house
I keep a servant fee’d.
… For mine own good
All causes shall give way: I am in blood
Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o’er.
Hecate: Hath been but for a wayward son,
Spiteful and wrathful;
Hecate: And that distilled by magic sleights
Shall raise such artificial sprites
As by the strength of their illusion
Shall draw him on to his confusion.
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes ‘bove wisdom, grace, and fear;
And you all know security
Is mortals’ chiefest enemy.
Lennox: … our suffering country
Under a hand accursed!
Where our desire is got without content:
‘Tis safer to be that which we destroy
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
… Why do you keep alone,
Macbeth: And make our faces vizards to our hearts,
Disguising what they are.
Macbeth: O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
Macbeth: Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
Till thou applaud the deed…
Macbeth: But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears.
Macbeth: I hear it by the way; but I will send:
There’s not a one of them but in his house
I keep a servant fee’d.
… For mine own good
All causes shall give way: I am in blood
Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o’er.
Hecate: Hath been but for a wayward son,
Spiteful and wrathful;
Hecate: And that distilled by magic sleights
Shall raise such artificial sprites
As by the strength of their illusion
Shall draw him on to his confusion.
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes ‘bove wisdom, grace, and fear;
And you all know security
Is mortals’ chiefest enemy.
Lennox: … our suffering country
Under a hand accursed!
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