Macbeth

by: William Shakespeare

Act 5, Scenes 1-11

1
Here’s the smell of blood still. All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. (5.1 42-43)
2
Out, out, brief candle!
3
As I did stand my watch upon the hill
I looked toward Birnam, and anon methought
The wood began to move
4
Macduff was from his mother’s womb
Untimely ripped
5
Behold where stands
Th’usurpers cursed head