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Speeches (Lines) for Macduff
in "Macbeth"

Total: 59

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# Act, Scene, Line
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Speech text

1

II,3,782

Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed,
That you do lie so late?

2

II,3,787

What three things does drink especially provoke?

3

II,3,798

I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.

4

II,3,804

Is thy master stirring?
[Enter MACBETH]...

5

II,3,809

Is the king stirring, worthy thane?

6

II,3,811

He did command me to call timely on him:
I have almost slipp'd the hour.

7

II,3,814

I know this is a joyful trouble to you;
But yet 'tis one.

8

II,3,818

I'll make so bold to call,
For 'tis my limited service.

9

II,3,835

O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart
Cannot conceive nor name thee!

10

II,3,838

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope...

11

II,3,844

Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
With a new Gorgon: do not bid me speak;...

12

II,3,861

O gentle lady,
'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak:...

13

II,3,885

Your royal father 's murder'd.

14

II,3,895

Wherefore did you so?

15

II,3,908

Look to the lady.

16

II,3,927

And so do I.

17

II,4,973

Why, see you not?

18

II,4,975

Those that Macbeth hath slain.

19

II,4,978

They were suborn'd:
Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons,...

20

II,4,986

He is already named, and gone to Scone
To be invested.

21

II,4,989

Carried to Colmekill,
The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,...

22

II,4,993

No, cousin, I'll to Fife.

23

II,4,995

Well, may you see things well done there: adieu!
Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!

24

IV,3,1844

Let us rather
Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men...

25

IV,3,1862

I am not treacherous.

26

IV,3,1871

I have lost my hopes.

27

IV,3,1879

Bleed, bleed, poor country!
Great tyranny! lay thou thy basis sure,...

28

IV,3,1900

What should he be?

29

IV,3,1907

Not in the legions
Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd...

30

IV,3,1920

Boundless intemperance
In nature is a tyranny; it hath been...

31

IV,3,1940

This avarice
Sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root...

32

IV,3,1957

O Scotland, Scotland!

33

IV,3,1960

Fit to govern!
No, not to live. O nation miserable,...

34

IV,3,1997

Such welcome and unwelcome things at once
'Tis hard to reconcile.

35

IV,3,2008

What's the disease he means?

36

IV,3,2024

See, who comes here?

37

IV,3,2026

My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.

38

IV,3,2030

Stands Scotland where it did?

39

IV,3,2041

O, relation
Too nice, and yet too true!

40

IV,3,2046

How does my wife?

41

IV,3,2048

And all my children?

42

IV,3,2050

The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace?

43

IV,3,2052

But not a niggard of your speech: how goes't?

44

IV,3,2070

What concern they?
The general cause? or is it a fee-grief...

45

IV,3,2076

If it be mine,
Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.

46

IV,3,2081

Hum! I guess at it.

47

IV,3,2090

My children too?

48

IV,3,2093

And I must be from thence!
My wife kill'd too?

49

IV,3,2099

He has no children. All my pretty ones?
Did you say all? O hell-kite! All?...

50

IV,3,2104

I shall do so;
But I must also feel it as a man:...

51

IV,3,2114

O, I could play the woman with mine eyes
And braggart with my tongue! But, gentle heavens,...

52

V,4,2342

Let our just censures
Attend the true event, and put we on...

53

V,6,2426

Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.

54

V,7,2451

That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face!
If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine,...

55

V,8,2477

Turn, hell-hound, turn!

56

V,8,2481

I have no words:
My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain...

57

V,8,2491

Despair thy charm;
And let the angel whom thou still hast served...

58

V,8,2501

Then yield thee, coward,
And live to be the show and gaze o' the time:...

59

V,8,2542

Hail, king! for so thou art: behold, where stands
The usurper's cursed head: the time is free:...

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