Posters: Shakespeare, Macbeth

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Macbeth

The Tragedy of Macbeth

But ’tis strange:
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray’s
In deepest consequence.
– Banquo, Act I, Scene III

There’s no art
To find the mind’s construction in the face:
He was a gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust.
– Duncan, Act I, Scene IV

Stars, hide your fires!
Let not light see my black and deep desires.
– Macbeth, Act I, Scene IV

Look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under it.
– Lady Macbeth, Act I, Scene V

I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself
And falls on the other.
– Macbeth, Act I, Scene VII

What hands are here, ha? They pluck out mine eyes.
Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood
– Macbeth, Act II, Scene II

God’s benison go with you; and with those
That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!
– Old Man, Act II, Scene IV

Lady Macbeth: Are you a man?
Macbeth: Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
Which might appall the devil.
– Act II, Scene IV

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
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. 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, Act V, Scene V

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