1
Q
Lady Macbeth: ‘Out damned spot!
A
Out, I say!’ 5.1
2
Q
Lady Macbeth: ‘Will these hands
A
ne’er be clean?’ 5.1
3
Q
Macbeth: Go prick thy face
A
and over-red thy fear,
Thou lily-livered boy’ 5.3
4
Q
Macbeth:’Life’s but a walking
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shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour open the stage
And then is heard no more. 5.5
5
Q
Macbeth: ‘I throw my warlike
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shield. Lay on Macduff’ 5.8
6
Q
Malcolm: ‘of this dead
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butcher and his fiend-like queen’ 5.9
7
Q
Macbeth: It is a tale
A
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing’ 5.5
