Act II, Sc. II
Infirm of purpose!
Act IV, Sc. I
The weird sisters.
Act III, Sc. IV
The air-drawn dagger.
Act I, Sc. II
Banners flout the sky.
Act III, Sc. III
Now spurs the lated traveller apace
To gain the timely inn.
Act IV, Sc. I
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog.
Act I, Sc. IV
There 's no art
To find the mind's construction in the face.
Act IV, Sc. III
What, all my pretty chickens and their dam
At one fell swoop?
Act III, Sc. IV
Thou canst not say I did it; never shake
Thy gory locks at me.
Act IV, Sc. I
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Act V, Sc. I
Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?
Act IV, Sc. III
I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me.
Act V, Sc. V
Blow, wind! come, wrack!
At least we 'll die with harness on our back.
Act I, Sc. V
Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
Act III, Sc. II
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
Till thou applaud the deed.
Act III, Sc. II
Things without all remedy
Should be without regard; what 's done is done.
Act II, Sc. III
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of.
Act I, Sc. V
What thou wouldst highly,
That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win.
Act V, Sc. V
My fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with horrors.
Act I, Sc. III
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature. Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.
Act III, Sc. II
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.

