Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won

Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.

Last scene of all that ends this strange, eventful history, is second childishness and mere oblivion. I am sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!

Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe

Lay on, McDuff, and be damned he who first cries, 'Hold, enough!

Madam, you have bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins.