Macbeth: Life's but a walking shadow. Honor. Love. Friends. But in there's death. Curses.
Macduff: [confronting the man who has murdered his wife and children] I have no words. My voice is in my sword...
Lady Macbeth: This is the very painting of your fear.
Witch: All hail Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter...
Macbeth: I dare do all that may become a man. Who dares do more is none.
Macbeth: I'll fight 'til from my bones my flesh be hacked.
Macbeth: Who could refrain that had a heart to love, and in that heart courage to make love known?
Lady Macbeth: What? Will these hands never be clean? No more of that oh my lord. No more of that.