"Macbeth" Quotes

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.

Out, out, brief candle!

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

Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it.

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

What's done is done.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair.

Out, damned spot! Out, I say!

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage.

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