Macbeth Act 1 Quotes

Fair is foul, and foul is fair.

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!

Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

Not so happy, yet much happier.

The Thane of Cawdor lives, a prosperous gentleman.

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the instruments of darkness tell us truths.

If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me without my stir.

Stars, hide your fires! Let not light see my black and deep desires.

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

Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under’t.

There’s no art to find the mind’s construction in the face.

I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition.

For brave Macbeth – well he deserves that name.

Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.

It was the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman which gives the sternest good night.

If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well it were done quickly.

I dare do all that may become a man; who dares do more is none.

Is this a dagger which I see before me, the handle toward my hand?

I heard a voice cry, ‘Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep.’

Thou hast it now: King, Cawdor, Glamis, all, as the Weird Women promised.

To be thus is nothing, but to be safely thus.

There’s daggers in men’s smiles.

Macbeth Act 1 Quotes part 2

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

Double, double, toil and trouble; fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.

Out, damned spot! Out, I say!

The power of man, for none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.

Macbeth shall never vanquished be until Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill shall come against him.

I have supped full with horrors.

What’s done is done.

It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.

Be bloody, bold and resolute; laugh to scorn the power of man.

Now does he feel his title hang loose about him, like a giant’s robe upon a dwarfish thief.

Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair. Hover through the fog and filthy air.

No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive our bosom interest: go, pronounce his present death.

Stars, hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires.

Yet I do fear thy nature; it is too full o’ th’ milk of human kindness.

Come, thick night, and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell.

When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

That were such things here as we do speak about, or have we eaten on the insane root, that takes the reason prisoner?

Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under ‘t.

Fair and noble hostess, we are your guests tonight.

With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed: let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmed life.