"Out, damned spot!
Out, I say!"
Act 5, Scene 1, Lines 39

What is she trying to wash away?

How does Birnam Wood come to Dunsinane?

"I have almost forgot the taste of fears:
The time has been, my senses would have cooled
To hear a night–shriek, and my fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were in't: I have supped full with horrors;
Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts,
Cannot once start me."
Act 5, Scene 5, Lines 9–16

"To–morrow, and to–morrow, and to–morrow,
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. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
Act 5, Scene 5, Lines 19–28