By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
I'll make assurance double sure, And take a bond of fate.
Show his eyes, and grieve his heart! Come like shadows, so depart.
What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?
Act iv. Sc. 1. The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go with it.
What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, At one fell swoop?
I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me.
O, I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my tongue!
My way of life Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honor, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not.
Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest.
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
Throw physic to the dogs: I'll none of it.
I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again.
Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still, _They come_.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, 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, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.
That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope.
Lay on, Macduff; And damned be him that first cries, Hold, enough!
Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward, Thou little valiant, great in villany! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety!
Thou wear a lion's hide! Doff it for shame, And hang a calf's skin on those recreant limbs.