Macbeth Act V: Quotes to Learn
Lady Macbeth: Here’s the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
Angus: … now does he feel his title
Hang loose about him, like a giant’s robe
Upon a dwarfish thief.
Macbeth: I have lived long enough: my way of life
Is fall’n into the sere, the yellow leaf;
And that which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Malcolm: Let every soldier hew him down a bough
And bear’t before him: thereby shall we shadow
The numbers of our host, and make discovery
Err in report of us.
Macbeth: She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
… 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. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Macbeth: I pull in resolution, and begin
To doubt th’ equivocation of the fiend,
That lies like the truth:
… I ‘gin to be aweary of the sun,
And wish th’ estate o’ the world were now undone.
Ring the alarum bell! Blow wind, come wrack!
At least we’ll die with harness on our back.
Macbeth: They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly,
But bear-like I must fight the course.
Macduff: … Macduff was from his mother’s womb
Untimely ripped.
Macbeth: And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
That palter with us in a double sense,
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope. I’ll not fight with thee.
Malcolm: Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen,
Who, as ‘tis thought, by self and violent hands
Took off her life.
Angus: … now does he feel his title
Hang loose about him, like a giant’s robe
Upon a dwarfish thief.
Macbeth: I have lived long enough: my way of life
Is fall’n into the sere, the yellow leaf;
And that which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Malcolm: Let every soldier hew him down a bough
And bear’t before him: thereby shall we shadow
The numbers of our host, and make discovery
Err in report of us.
Macbeth: She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
… 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. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Macbeth: I pull in resolution, and begin
To doubt th’ equivocation of the fiend,
That lies like the truth:
… I ‘gin to be aweary of the sun,
And wish th’ estate o’ the world were now undone.
Ring the alarum bell! Blow wind, come wrack!
At least we’ll die with harness on our back.
Macbeth: They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly,
But bear-like I must fight the course.
Macduff: … Macduff was from his mother’s womb
Untimely ripped.
Macbeth: And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
That palter with us in a double sense,
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope. I’ll not fight with thee.
Malcolm: Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen,
Who, as ‘tis thought, by self and violent hands
Took off her life.
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