#14: Ring the alarum-bell!-Blow, wind! Come, wrack! / At least we’ll die with harness on our back. #13: I ‘gin to be aweary of the sun, / And wish th’ estate o’ th’ world were now undone.
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It is a tale / Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, / Signifying nothing. #12: Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player / That struts and frets his hour upon the stage / And then is heard no more. #11: Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, / 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. #10: I’ll fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked.
Techniques: Imagery, figurative language. #9: Though you untie the winds and let them fight / Against the churches, though the yeasty waves / Confound and swallow navigation up, / Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down… / Even till destruction sicken, answer me / To what I ask you. Techniques: Imagery, figurative language, characterisation. #8: I am in blood / Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more, / Returning were as tedious as go o’er. Techniques: imagery, characterisation, fatal flaw. #7: Come, seeling night, / Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day / And with thy bloody and invisible hand / Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond / Which keeps me pale. #6: Fleance, his son, that keeps him company, / Whose absence is no less material to me / Than is his father’s, must embrace the fate / Of that dark hour. #5: To be thus is nothing, / But to be safely thus. Techniques: Soliloquy, characterisation. #4: I have no spur / To prick the sides of my intent, but only / Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself / And falls on th’ other. Techniques: Characterisation, rhyming couplet. #3: Stars, hide your fires / Let not light see my black and deep desires. If good, why do I yield to that suggestion / Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair / And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, / Against the use of nature? Present fears / Are less than horrible imaginings. 
If ill, / Why hath it given me earnest of success, / Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor. #2: This supernatural soliciting / Cannot be ill, cannot be good.
Techniques: Characterisation, fatal flaw.By Sinel’s death I know I am thane of Glamis. #1: Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more.
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