1 No; they were well at peace when I did leave 'em.'
2 No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest.
3 No; though thou call'st thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell.
4 They star'd, and were distracted; No man's life was to be trusted with them.
5 No mind that's honest But in it shares some woe, though the main part Pertains to you alone.
6 There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled Hath nature that in time will venom breed, No teeth for th present.
7 Mark, King of Scotland, mark: No sooner justice had, with valour arm'd, Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels, But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage, With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men, Began a fresh assault.
8 I am yet Unknown to woman; never was forsworn; Scarcely have coveted what was mine own; At no time broke my faith; would not betray The devil to his fellow; and delight No less in truth than life: my first false speaking Was this upon myself.
9 He chid the sisters When first they put the name of king upon me, And bade them speak to him; then, prophet-like, They hail'd him father to a line of kings: Upon my head they plac'd a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding.