Scene 1: A great perturbation in nature Observe her, stand close light by her continually accustomed... to seem thus washing her hands Out, damned spot! Hell is murky so much blood in him will these hands never be clean? all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand heart is sorely charged unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles; infected minds Scene 2: valiant fury his distempered cause Nothing in love like a giant's robe Upon a dwarfish thief all that is within him does condemn itself Scene 3: never sag with doubt nor shake with fear Seyton! yellow leaf honour, love, obedience, troops of friends Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour Hang those that talk of fear thick-coming fancies That keep her from her rest Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased Scene 4: Cousins the confident tyrant Both more and less have given him the revolt Scene 5: Our castle's strength Will laugh a siege almost forgot the taste of fears slaughterous thoughts Cannot once start me She should have died hereafter tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day Out, out, brief candle, Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing I pull in resolution and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend Scene 6: Worthy Macduff Scene 7: The devil could not pronounce a title More hateful abhorred tyrant foes That strike beside us Scene 8: charged With blood of thine bloodier villain Than terms can give from his mother's womb Untimely ripped juggling fiends yield thee coward Yet I will try the last Scene 9: [Retreat and flourish] So great a day as this is cheaply bought like a man he died Had he his hurts before? Ay I would not wish them to a fairer death He's worth more sorrow The usurper's cursed head Hail, King of Scotland reckon with your several loves calling home our exiled friends snares of watchful tyranny dead butcher fiend-like queen what needful else thanks to all at once