Battle’s
When the battle’s lost and won
Fair
Fair is foul, and foul is fair
Chance
If chance will have me King, why, chance may crown me
Milk
Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o’ the milk of human kindness
Serpent
Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under’t
Spur
I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition
Dare
I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none
Dagger
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand
Neptune’s
Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?
Water
A little water clears us of this deed
Smiles
There’s daggers in men’s smiles
Play’dst
I fear, Thou play’dst most foully for’t
Done
What’s done is done
Pricking
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes
Spot
Out, damned spot! out, I say!
Perfumes
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand
Out
Out, out, brief candle!
Charmed
I bear a charmed life
Ripp’d
Macduff was from his mother’s womb Untimely ripp’d
Butcher
This dead butcher and his fiend-like queen
