“Lay on, McDuff, and be damned he who first cries, 'Hold, enough!”

“I hold my peace, sir? no;No, I will speak as liberal as the north;Let heaven and men and devils, let them all,All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.”

“I will not yield,To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,And to be baited with the rabble's curse.Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,And thou opposed, being of no woman born,Yet I will try the last. Before my bodyI throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,And damn'd be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!”

“Lay these Bones in an unworthy Urn,Tombless, with no Remembrance over them.”

“Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks.”

“Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.”

“Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!”