Banquo quotes

I fear thou play’dst most foully for’t.

If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which will grow and which will not, speak then to me.

And yet dark night strangles the traveling lamp.

What, can the devil speak true?

A heavy summons lies like lead upon me.

O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly!

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the instruments of darkness tell us truths.

Merciful powers, restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature gives way to in repose.

I am one, my liege, whom the vile blows and buffets of the world have so incensed.

I fear thou play’dst most foully for’t.

Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown and put a barren scepter in my gripe.

But ’tis strange, and oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the instruments of darkness tell us truths.

I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing to those that know me.

Come what come may, time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

I had to, it was the only way to protect my crown.

Fair is foul and foul is fair.

But ’tis strange, and oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the instruments of darkness tell us truths.

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

Banquo, thy soul’s flight, if it find heaven, must find it out tonight.

My royal lord, you do not give the cheer. The feast is sold that is not often vouch’d, while ’tis a-making, ’tis given with welcome. To feed were best at home; from thence the sauce to meet a ceremonial preparation.

Nought’s had, all’s spent, where our desire is got without content.

The instruments of darkness tell us truths, win us with honest trifles, to betray ‘s in deepest consequence.

There’s blood upon thy face.

Drink, sirrah; whence is thy health? Here’s to the door.

We have scotch’d the snake, not killed it.

It will rain tonight.

Tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee!

Time, thou anticipat’st my dread exploits.

There’s husbandry in heaven, their candles are all out.

Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides, with twenty trenched gashes on his head.

And there’s a knocking indeed!

O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly! Fly, fly, fly!

Good sir, why do you start, and seem to fear, things that do sound so fair?

What man dare, I dare.

Ay, my good lord. They met me in the day of success, and I have learned by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge.

This guest of summer, the temple-haunting martlet, does approve by his loved mansionry that the heaven’s breath smells wooingly here.

Thou hast it now: King, Cawdor, Glamis, all, as the weird women promised. And I fear thou played’st most foully for’t.

But ’tis strange: and oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the instruments of darkness tell us truths, win us with honest trifles, to betray ‘s in deepest consequence.

I hope your majesty is a-bridged with some sweet pastime here today.

I fear thou play’dst most foully for’t.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day.

So is he mine: and in such bloody distance that every minute of his being thrusts against my near’st of life.

My liege, they are not yet come back.

Is’t far you ride?

I will advise you where to plant yourselves; acquaint you with the perfect spy o’ the time.

Stand not upon the order of your going, but go at once.

And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, against the use of nature.

I pray you, speak not!

Things without all remedy should be without regard: what’s done is done.

I have lived long enough.