William Shakespeare Murder Quotations

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!

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.

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

Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.

No place indeed should murder sanctuarize; Revenge should have no bounds.

Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.