Quotation Memorization for English IV

The Tragedy of Macbeth

Required:
30 lines of memorization. Over 30 lines will be extra credit.
You must say at least 5 lines at a time in order to receive credit.
You must say the lines to me before or after class or school.

Must have the 30 lines completed by Tuesday, January 17th

Locate and identify the Act, Scene, and Line number of the given lines. Also include A.)
who is being spoken to or about and B.) the importance of the quotation/id lit terms
found/themes/etc.

Witches: Fair is foul, and foul is fair:/ Hover through the fog and filthy air.
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Witches: A drum, a drum!/ Macbeth doth come.
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Witches: All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!/ All hail, Macbeth, hail
to thee, thane of Cawdor!/ All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!
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Macbeth: Cannot be ill, cannot be good: if ill,/ Why hath it given me earnest of
success,/Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor:/ If good, why do I yield
to that suggestion/ Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair/ And make my
seated heart knock at my ribs,/ Against the use of nature?
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Lady Macbeth: Yet do I fear thy nature;/ It is too full o the milk of human
kindness/ To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great;
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Lady Macbeth: Hie thee hither,/ That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;
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Lady Macbeth: Unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full/ of
direst cruelty! make thick my blood.
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Lady Macbeth: Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent undert
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Macbeth: that we but teach/ Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return/ To
plague the inventor:
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Macbeth: I have no spur/ To prick the sides of my intent, but only/ Vaulting
ambition, which oerleaps itself/ and falls on the other.
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Lady Macbeth: I have given suck, and know/ How tender tis to love the babe
that milks me:/ I would, while it was smiling in my face,/ Have pluckd my nipple
from his boneless gums,/ And dashd the brains out, had I so s worn as you/
Have done to this.
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Lady Macbeth: But screw your courage to the sticking-place and well not fail.
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Macbeth: False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
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Macbeth: Is this a dagger which I see before me,/The handle toward my hand?
Come, let me clutch thee./I have thee not, and yet I see thee still./Art thou not,
fatal vision, sensible/To feeling as to sight? or art thou /but A dagger of the
mind, a false creation,/Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?/I see thee
yet, in form as palpable/As this which now I draw./Thou marshall'st me the way
that I was going;/And such an instrument I was to use./Mine eyes are made the
fools o' the other senses,/Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,/And on thy
blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,/Which was not so before. There's no such
thing:/ It is the bloody business which informs/Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the
one halfworld/Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse/The curtain'd
sleep; witchcraft celebrates/Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd
murder,/Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,/Whose howl's his watch, thus with
his stealthy pace./With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design/Moves
like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,/Hear not my steps, which way they
walk, for fear/Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,/And take the present
horror from the time,/Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:/Words to
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Lady Macbeth: These deeds must not be thought/ After these ways; so, it will
make us mad.
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Lady Macbeth: Go get some water,/ And wash this filthy witness from your hand.
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Macbeth: How ist with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here?
ha! they pluck out mine eyes./ Will all great Neptunes ocean wash this blood/
Clean from my hand?
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Macbeth: Our fears in Banquo stick deep/ He hath a wisdom that doth guide his
valour to act in safety./If 't be so, for Banquo's issue have I filed my mind;/ For
them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd;
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Lady Macbeth: Tis safer to be that which we destroy/Than by destruction dwell
in doubtful joy.
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Macbeth: better be with the dead,/Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to
peace,/Than on the torture of the mind to lie/In restless ecstasy.
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Macbeth: O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
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Banquo: O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!/ Thou mayst revenge. O
slave!
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Lady Macbeth: O proper stuff!/ This is the very painting of your fear:/ This is the
air-drawn dagger which, you said,/ Led you to Duncan.
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Witches: Double, double toil and trouble;/ Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
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Witches: By the pricking of my thumbs,/ Something wicked this way comes./
Open, locks, Whoever knocks!
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Second Apparition: Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn/ The power of
man, for none of woman born/ Shall harm Macbeth.
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Lady Macduff: when our actions do not, our fears do make us traitors.
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Malcolm: black Macbeth will seem as pure as snow, and the poor state/ Esteem
him as a lamb, being compared /With my confineless harms.
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Malcolm: Macbeth is ripe for shaking, and the powers above/ Put on their
instruments.
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Lady Macbeth: Out, damned spot! out, I say!--One: two: why,/ then, 'tis time to
do't.--Hell is murky!
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Lady Macbeth: Here's the smell of the blood still: all the/ perfumes of Arabia will
not sweeten this little/ hand. Oh, oh, oh!
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Macbeth: she should have died hereafter;/There would have been a time for
such a word./To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,/Creeps in this petty
pace from day to day/ To the last syllable of recorded time,/And all our
yesterdays have lighted fools/The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief
candle!/Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player/That struts and frets his hour
upon the stage/And then is heard no more: it is a tale/Told by an idiot, full of
sound and fury,/Signifying nothing.
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Macduff: Despair thy charm,/And let eth angel whom thou still hast served /Tell
thee, Macduff was from his mothers womb/Untimely ripped.
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Malcolm: Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen,/Who, as tis thought, by
self and violent hands/ Took of her life.
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