| 1 | 0–75 | 478 | T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho | 0.69 | WHen shall we three meet again? In Thunder, Lightning, or in Raine? When the Hurley-burley's done, When the ba… |
| 2 | 76–152 | 488 | unassigned | | That now Sweno, the Norway's King, Craves composition: Nor would we deign him burial of his men, Till he disbu… |
| 3 | 153–223 | 483 | unassigned | | Not so happy, yet much happier. Thou shalt get Kings, though thou be none: So all hail Macbeth, and Banquo. Ba… |
| 4 | 224–298 | 494 | unassigned | | Two Truths are told, As happy Prologues to the swelling Act Of the Imperial Theme. I thank you Gentlemen: This… |
| 5 | 299–347 | 475 | unassigned | | There if I grow, The Harvest is your own. My plenteous joys, Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves In dr… |
| 6 | 348–420 | 491 | unassigned | | Thou'rt mad to say it. Is not thy Master with him? who, were't so, Would have informed for preparation. So ple… |
| 7 | 421–485 | 486 | unassigned | | Where's the Thane of Cawdor? We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose To be his Purveyor: But he rides w… |
| 8 | 486–563 | 532 | unassigned | | What Beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, than you were a man: An… |
| 9 | 564–636 | 532 | unassigned | | Thanks Sir: the like to you. Go bid thy Mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the Bell. Get thee t… |
| 10 | 637–689 | 545 | unassigned | | But wherefore could not I pronounce Amen? I had most need of Blessing, and Amen stuck in my throat. These deed… |
| 11 | 690–753 | 506 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.66 | Was it so late, friend, ere you went to Bed, That you do lie so late? Faith Sir, we were carousing till the se… |
| 12 | 754–831 | 511 | unassigned | | Woe, alas: What, in our House? Too cruel, any where. Dear Duff, I prithee contradict thyself, And say, it is n… |
| 13 | 832–912 | 514 | unassigned | | Ha', good Father, Thou seest the Heavens, as troubled with man's Act, Threatens his bloody Stage: by th' Clock… |
| 14 | 913–985 | 514 | unassigned | | We hear our bloody Cousins are bestowed In England, and in Ireland, not confessing Their cruel Parricide, fill… |
| 15 | 986–1057 | 513 | unassigned | | I, in the Catalogue ye go for men, As Hounds, and Greyhounds, Mongrels, Spaniels, Curs, Showghes, Water-Rugs, … |
| 16 | 1058–1133 | 492 | unassigned | | We have scorched the Snake, not killed it: she'll close, and be herself, whilst our poor Malice Remains in dan… |
| 17 | 1134–1208 | 492 | unassigned | | Who did strike out the Light? Was't not the way? There's but one down: the Son is fled. We have lost Best half… |
| 18 | 1209–1276 | 488 | unassigned | | I, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appall the Devil. O proper stuff: This is the very paint… |
| 19 | 1277–1345 | 490 | unassigned | | I pray you speak not: he grows worse & worse Question enrages him: at once, good-night. Stand not upon the ord… |
| 20 | 1346–1418 | 514 | unassigned | | My former Speeches, Have but hit your Thoughts Which can interpret farther: Only I say Things have been strang… |
| 21 | 1419–1502 | 499 | T56 Magic, spells and conjuring | 0.74 | Double, double, toil and trouble, Fire burn, and Cauldron bubble. Scale of Dragon, Tooth of Wolf, Witches Mumm… |
| 22 | 1503–1578 | 520 | unassigned | | That will never be: Who can impress the Forest, bid the Tree Unfix his earthbound Root? Sweet boadments, good:… |
| 23 | 1579–1648 | 529 | T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig | 0.81 | Wisdom? to leave his wife, to leave his Babes, His Mansion, and his Titles, in a place From whence himself doe… |
| 24 | 1649–1721 | 507 | unassigned | | Whether should I fly? I have done no harm. But I remember now I am in this earthly world: where to do harm Is … |
| 25 | 1722–1793 | 486 | T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi | 0.79 | What should he be? It is myself I mean: in whom I know All the particulars of Vice so grafted, That when they … |
| 26 | 1794–1864 | 487 | T3 Sickness, physic and doctors | 0.84 | Macduff, this Noble passion Child of integrity, hath from my soul Wiped the black Scruples, reconciled my thou… |
| 27 | 1865–1935 | 485 | unassigned | | Why well. And all my Children? Well too. The Tyrant has not battered at their peace? No, they were well at pea… |
| 28 | 1936–1970 | 503 | unassigned | | This time goes manly: Come go we to the King, our Power is ready, Our lack is nothing but our leave. Macbeth I… |
| 29 | 1971–2037 | 483 | unassigned | | Wash your hands, put on your Nightgown, look not so pale: I tell you yet again Banquo's buried; he cannot come… |
| 30 | 2038–2110 | 492 | unassigned | | Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear Thou Lilly-liuered Boy. What Soldiers, Patch? Death of thy Soul, thos… |
| 31 | 2111–2174 | 477 | unassigned | | Let our just Censures Attend the true event, and put we on Industrious Soldiership. The time approaches, That … |
| 32 | 2175–2241 | 452 | unassigned | | Now near enough: Your leafy Skreenes throw down, And show like those you are: You (worthy Uncle) Shall with my… |
| 33 | 2242–2308 | 501 | T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho | 0.81 | Accursed be that tongue that tells me so; For it hath Cowed my better part of man: And be these juggling Fiend… |