More from Macbeth
- By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
- Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
- If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly.
- I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, and falls on the other.
- She should have died hereafter- there would have been time for such a thing.
- There’s no art To find the mind’s construction in the face
Last reviewed 2026-07-06