Wicked

Macbeth:
Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most
I will advise you where to plant yourselves;
Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time,
The moment on't; for't must be done to-night,
And something from the palace; always thought
That I require a clearness: and with him--
To leave no rubs nor botches in the work--
Fleance his son, that keeps him company,
Whose absence is no less material to me
Than is his father's, must embrace the fate
Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart:
I'll come to you anon.

Evil

Macbeth:
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come,
let me clutch thee:

Corrupt

Macbeth:
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain.

Murderer

Macbeth's true nature is clearly illustrated
when he murders his cousin King Duncan
while he is peacefully sleeping.

Deceiving

Macbeth:

False face must hide

what the false heart

doth know.

Foolish

First Witch:
Pour in sow's blood, that hath
eaten Her nine farrow; grease
that's sweaten from the murderer's
gibbet throw into the flame.

Confused

Macbeth:
The Thane of Cawdor lives:
why do you dress me in
borrow'd robes?

Curious

Macbeth:
Stay, you imperfect speakers,tell

me more By Sinel's death I

know I am Thane of Glamis;But

how of Cawdor?