My hands are of your colour; but I shame
To wear a heart so white.

”Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds to their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.”

“We have scotched the snake, not killed it: She’ll close and be herself; whilst our poor malice remains in danger of her former tooth.”

 “vaulting ambition, which o’er-leaps itself and falls on the other-… How now! what news?”

Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. 

“The mind I sway by, and the heart I bear, Shall never sag with doubt, nor shake with fear.”

“Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be what art promised.- Yet do I fear thy nature: It is too full of the milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way.”

“That I may pour spirits in thine ear, And chastise with the valour of my tongue”