Tragedy of Macbeth

Macbeth:
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow 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 who struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Macbeth:
False face must hide what false heart doth know.

Lady Macbeth:
Look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under't.

Macbeth:
To know my deed 'twere best not know myself.

Lady Macbeth:
Things without all remedy should be without regard. What's done is done.

Macbeth:
Is this a dagger I see before me?

Macbeth:
LIAR AND SLAVE!

Lady Macbeth:
Out, damned spot! Out I say!

Lady Macbeth:
All the perfumes of Arabia could not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh!

Blind Witch:
By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes!

Malcolm:
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.

Macduff:
Do not bid me speak; see, and then speak yourselves.

Macbeth:
Let us not be dainty of our leave-taking.

Macbeth:
After slaying Young Siward in a very brief battle, Macbeth says, Thou wast born of woman!

Malcolm:
Find what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.

Macbeth:
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Macbeth:
Stars, hide your fires. Let not light see my black and deep desires.

Macbeth:
My name's Macbeth!