1. Macbeth Quotes Act I-III

2. As you present to the class, state the following: 1. What Act your quote comes from 2. Who says the quote 3. Explain the quote 4. What makes this quote important

3. 1. “Fair is foul, and foul is fair, Hover though the fog and filthy air” (I.i.12).

4. 2. “Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts! unsex me here!” (I.v.22-23).

5. 3. “Is this a dagger which I see before me, the handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee” (II.i.25-26).

6. 4. All hail Macbeth, that shall be king hereafter!

7. 5. Thou shalt get Kings, though thou be none.

8. 6. Yet I do fear thy nature; It is too full of the milk of human kindness.

9. 7. Look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under it.

10. 8. Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more. Macbeth shall sleep no more.

11. 9. A little water clears us of this deed. How easy it is, then.

12. 10. Wake Duncan with thy knocking; I would though couldst.

13. 11. We hear our bloody cousins are bestowed in England and Ireland, not confessing their cruel partricide, filling their hearers with strange invention.

14. 12. To be thus is nothing, but to be safely thus. Our fears in Banquo stick deep, and in his royalty of nature reigns that which would be feared.

15. 13. And bade them speak to him. Then, prophet-like, they hailed him father to a line of kings. Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown and put a barren scepter in my grip, Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand, no son of mine succeeding.

16. 14. We have scotch’d the snake, not kill’d it; She’ll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice Remains in danger of the former tooth.

17. 15. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck. Till thou applaud the deed.

18. 16. He has no children. All my pretty ones? Did you say “all”? O hell-kite! All? What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop?

19. 17. Out, damned spot!

20. 18. She should have died hearafter… Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterday shave lighted fools The way to dusty death.