‘A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppress’d brain?’
Macbeth (1 soliloquy)
‘This is a sorry sight’
Macbeth (2)
‘Sleep no more! Macbeth doth murder sleep’
Macbeth (2)
‘Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand?’
Macbeth (2)
‘My hands are of your color, but I shame To wear a heart so white’
Lady Macbeth (2)
‘O horror, horror, horror […] Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope’ The Lords anointed temple’
Macduff (3)
‘A falcon […] Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed’
Old man (4)