Naught’s had, all’s spent
Where our desire is got without content.Isocolon & Dichotomy
Things without all remedy
Should be without regard. What's done is done.
‘Tis safer to be that which we destroy
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.Antimetabole, Polyptoton & Alliteration
How now, my lord, why do you keep alone,
PersonificationOf sorriest fancies your companions making,
Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
With them they think on?Hyperbaton Things without all remedy
Should be without regard. DiacopeWhat's done is done.Diacope
We have scorched the snake, not killed it.
She'll close and be herself whilst our poor malice
Remains in danger of her former tooth.
But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer,
Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep
In the affliction of these terrible dreams
That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave.
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.
Treason has done his worst; nor steel nor poison,
Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing
Can touch him further.
Come on, gentle my lord,
Sleek o'er your rugged looks. Be bright and jovial
Among your guests tonight.
So shall I, love,
And so I pray be you. Let your remembrance
Apply to Banquo; present him eminence
Both with eye and tongue: unsafe the while that we
Must lave our honors in these flattering streams
And make our faces vizards to our hearts,
Disguising what they are.