"Macbeth" Vocabulary from Act I

Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.

What bloody man is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.

This is the sergeant
Who like a good and hardy soldier fought
'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!

Worthy to be a rebel, for to that
The multiplying villanies of nature
Do swarm upon him.

The merciless Macdonwald...
From the western isles
Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;

Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
Or memorise another Golgotha,
I cannot tell.

For brave Macbeth--well he deserves that name--
Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
Which smoked with bloody execution,
Like valour's minion carved out his passage
Till he faced the slave.

All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!

My noble partner
You greet with present grace and great prediction
Of noble having and of royal hope,
That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not.

My noble partner
You greet with present grace and great prediction
Of noble having and of royal hope,
That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not.

Say from whence
You owe this strange intelligence? or why
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
With such prophetic greeting?

The king hath happily received, Macbeth,
The news of thy success.

When he reads
Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
His wonders and his praises do contend
Which should be thine or his

And, for an earnest of a greater honour,
He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor.

Whether he was combined
With those of Norway, or did line the rebel
With hidden help and vantage, or that with both
He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not

But treasons capital, confess'd and proved,
Have overthrown him.

Would thou hadst less deserved,
That the proportion both of thanks and payment
Might have been mine!

We will establish our estate upon
Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter
The Prince of Cumberland; which honour must
Not unaccompanied invest him only,
But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
On all deservers

I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful
The hearing of my wife with your approach

Let's after him,
Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome:
It is a peerless kinsman.

Whiles I stood rapt in
the wonder of it, came missivesfrom the king, who
all-hailed me 'Thane of Cawdor;' by which title,
before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred
me to the coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that
shalt be!'

This have I thought good to deliver
thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou
mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being
ignorant of what greatness is promised thee.

This have I thought good to deliver
thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou
mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being
ignorant of what greatness is promised thee.

Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty!

Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it!

Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief!

This guest of summer,
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,
By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath
Smells wooingly here.

No jutty, frieze,
Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle.

First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Strong both against the deed.