Help a niqqa out /lit/? Need some help finding specific quotes

You find what you are looking for here. http://shakespeare.mit.edu/macbeth/full.html

Let every eye negotiate for itself
And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch
Against whose charms faith melteth in blood.

>>9037427
Let me have men about me that are fat,
Sleek-headed men and such as sleep a-nights.
Yond Duncan has a lean and hungry look,
He thinks too much; such men are dangerous.

>>9037291
Weird homework

>>9037472
yeah for my exam we have to write an essay and we need to bring these quotes in

Do your own class work dude

O Muse! the causes and the crimes relate;
What goddess was provok'd, and whence her hate;
For what offense the Queen of Heav'n began
To persecute so brave, so just a man;
Involv'd his anxious life in endless cares,
Expos'd to wants, and hurried into wars!
Can heav'nly minds such high resentment show,
Or exercise their spite in human woe?

>>9037479
kek, at least you're honest
I would complain about your shitting up the board but its had this weird fixation with Rupi Kaur lately and honestly I'm glad for ANY attempt at discussing real literature like Shakespeare

Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown
And put a barren scepter in my grip,
Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand,
No son of mine succeeding. If ’t be so,
For Banquo’s issue have I filed my mind;
For them the gracious Duncan have I murdered;
Put rancors in the vessel of my peace
Only for them; and mine eternal jewel
Given to the common enemy of man,
To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings!

this came to my mind

>>9037446
This one is good for foreshadowing betrayal, even though it's Macbeth that betrays Duncan.

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Macbeth happens to have my favourite Shakespeare passage in it:
She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
— 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.

Feel free to make fun of my taste being too common as long as you post a section of Shakespeare's writing you think is as good or better.

tl;dr let's make this a Shakespeare quotes thread

>captcha: b1022 normie

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People that think Shakespeare is boring should watch Coriolanus.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RJL6nmdSLmk

AUFIDIUS
Name not the god, thou boy of tears!

CORIOLANUS
Ha!

AUFIDIUS
No more.

CORIOLANUS
Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart
Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave!
Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever
I was forced to scold. Your judgments, my grave lords,
Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion--
Who wears my stripes impress'd upon him; that
Must bear my beating to his grave--shall join
To thrust the lie unto him.

FIRST LORD
Peace, both, and hear me speak.

CORIOLANUS
Cut me to pieces, Volsces; men and lads,
Stain all your edges on me. Boy! false hound!
If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there,
That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I
Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli:
Alone I did it. Boy!

>>9040264
I had never heard those three last lines before I read Macbeth. They sort of startled me.

>>9040354
best lines tbqhwyf

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still no one interested? how about we switch it up with some sonnets?

SONNET 16

But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
And fortify yourself in your decay
With means more blessed than my barren rhyme?
Now stand you on the top of happy hours;
And many maiden gardens, yet unset
With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers,
Much liker than your painted counterfeit:
So should the lines of life that life repair,
Which this (Time's pencil, or my pupil pen),
Neither in inward worth nor outward fair,
Can make you live yourself in eyes of men.
To give away yourself keeps yourself still,
And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.