ROSS You must have patience, madam. LADY MACDUFF He had none: His flight was madness: when our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.

The whirligig of time brings in his revenges.

The villany you teach me I shall execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.

Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, meeting the check of such another day.

Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away.' Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces; Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces