Macbeth Quotes in Macbeth (1971)

Macbeth: LIAR AND SLAVE!

Macbeth: [after slaying someone in battle] Thou wast born of woman!

Macbeth: So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Macbeth: My name's Macbeth!

Young Siward: The devil himself could not pronounce a title more hateful to mine ear.

Macbeth: 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 who struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Macbeth: False face must hide what false heart doth know.

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

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

Macbeth: I will not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, And to be baited with the rabble's curse. Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, And thou oppos'd, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last. Lay on, Macduff; And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!"

Macbeth: Better be with the dead than on the torture of the mind to lie in restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave. After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Not steel, nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.

Macbeth: Come, seeling night, scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day. And with thy bloody and invisible hand cancel and tear to pieces that great bond which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow makes wing to the rooky wood. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse while night's black agents to their prey do rouse.

Macbeth: If thou couldst, doctor, cast the water of my land, find her disease and purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo that should applaud again.

Macbeth: Why should I play the Roman fool and die on mine own sword while I see lives that gashes do better on them?

Macbeth: I almost forgot the smell of fear.

Macbeth: To know my deed 'twere best not know myself.

[last lines]

Macbeth: Out out brief candle. Life's but walking shadow. A poor player, who struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more.

Macbeth: I am in blood, stepped in so far.

Macbeth: O full of scorpions, is my mind.

Macbeth: So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Macbeth: Life's but a walking shadow. Honor. Love. Friends. But in there's death. Curses.

Macbeth: If we should fail...

Lady Macbeth: We'll not fail.

Macbeth: I dare do all that may become a man. Who dares do more is none.

Macbeth: They say blood will have blood.

Macbeth: We have scorched the snake, not killed it.

Macbeth: I'll fight 'til from my bones my flesh be hacked.

Macbeth: Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow...

Macbeth: Who could refrain that had a heart to love, and in that heart courage to make love known?

Macbeth: 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: I will not yield, to kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, and to be baited with the rabble's curse. Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, and thou opposed, being of no woman born; yet I will try the last. Lay on Macduff, and damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold! Enough!"

Macbeth: Arm, arm, and out! There is no flying hence, nor tarrying here. I 'gin to be a-weary of the sun, And wish the estate of the world Were now undone. Ring the alarum bell! Blow, wind, come wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back!

Macbeth: I have liv'd long enough: my way of life is fall'n into the sear, 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-honor, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.