Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.

Dispute it like a man.

MACDUFF.

I shall do so;

But I must also feel it as a man;

I cannot but remember that such things were,
That were most precious to me.

O, I could play the woman with mine eyes,
And braggart with my tongue!

MACBETH.

I have lived long enough; my May of life
Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf;
And that which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not.

I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased;
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
Raze out the written troubles of the brain;
And, with some sweet oblivious antidote,

Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff

MACBETH.

Which weighs upon the heart?

Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.

If thou couldst, doctor, cast

The water of my land, find her disease,
And purge it to sound and pristine health,
I would applaud thee to the very echo,
That should applaud again.

I have almost forgot the taste of fears:
The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
To hear a night-shriek.

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 seen no more; it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

They have tied me to a stake: I cannot fly,
But, bear-like, I must fight the course.

Why should I play the Roman fool, and die
On mine own sword?

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Of all men else, I have avoided thee.

MACDUFF.

I have no words,

My voice is in my sword.

MACBETH.

Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield
To one of woman born.

Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,
For it hath cow'd my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
That palter with us in a double sense;

That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope.

MALCOLM.

We shall not spend a large expense of time
Before we reckon with your several loves,
And make us even with you.

HAMLET.

HORATIO.

The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.

But look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.

KING.

Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,
And thy best graces: spend it at thy will.

HAMLET.

I would not hear your enemy say so;
Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,
To make it truster of your own report
Against yourself.

He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.

HAMLET.

Give it an understanding, but no tongue.

Your loves, as mine to you: farewell.

LAERTES.

.keep you in the rear of your affection,

Out of the shot and danger of desire.

OPHELIA.

I shall the effect of this good lesson keep,

As watchman to my heart.

"Tis in my memory lock'd,

And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

POLONIUS.

Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel.

Beware

Of entrance to a quarrel: but, being in,
Bear it, that the opposer may beware of thee.`
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice.

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy.