Double, double, toil and trouble.

Glamis thou are, and Cawdor, and shalt be what thou art promised. Yet I do fear thy nature; It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness

had he not resembled my father as he slept, I had done't

Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second cock: and drink sir is a great provoker of three things.

Thou hast it now: King, Cawdor, Glamis, all, as the weird women promised, and I fear thou play'dst most foully for't

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow

Sirrah, your father's dead, and what will you do now? How will you live?

Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides

Naught's had all's spent, where our desires is got without content

We will proceed no further in this business

Wake Duncan with thy knocking/ I would thou could'st

Turn hell-hound turn!

Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here.

Fair is foul and foul is fair

Tell thee, Macduff was from him mother's womb untimely ripped

He has killed me mother, run away I pray you

Look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under't

Out, out brief candle!

Was my father a traitor mother?

What, all my pretty chickens and their dam at one fell swoop?