Quotes About Murder

Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house: 'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more,—Macbeth shall sleep no more!

Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth

My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty!, guilty!

There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.

thou art the best o' the cut-throats

My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man That function is smothered in surmise, And nothing is but what is not.

I hate the murderer, love him murdered.

It will rain tonight. First Murderer: Let it come down.

What, you egg? / [He stabs him.]

Murder most foul, as in the best it is. But this most foul, strange and unnatural.

It will have blood they say - blood will have blood.

Though in the trade of war I have slain men, Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience To do no contrived murder: I lack iniquity Sometimes to do me service: nine or ten times I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs.

Do it not with poison. Strangle her in her bed, even the bed she hath contaminated.

Aquí está el oro, peor veneno para el alma; en este mundo asesina mucho más que las tristes mezclas que no puedes vender. Soy yo quien te vende veneno, no tú a mí.

Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden time, Ere humane statute purged the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been performed Too terrible for the ear. The times has been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end. But now they rise again With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,             And push us from our stools. This is more strange Than such a murder is.

And as he plucked his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it, As rushing out of doors, to be resolved If Brutus unkindly knocked or no.

They must lie there. Go carry them and smear (50) The sleepy grooms with blood.

How shall I murder him, Iago?

A leaner action rend us. What's amiss, May it be gently heard. When we debate Our trivial difference loud, we do commit Murther in healing wounds.

Not Cassio kill'd! then murder's out of tune, And sweet revenge grows harsh. DESDEMONA O, falsely, falsely murder'd!

Look behind you, my lord. FIRST MURDERER   Take that, and that. (Stabs him.)

Bear hence this body and attend our will. Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope

Help, help, a whole passel of raping, murdering, wild-eyed Apache just broke through my door with mayhem on their minds, slaying in their hearts, and a whole arsenal of tomahawks and assorted deadly blades tucked in their belts