"I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, and falls on the other." (Act I, Scene VII)
Macbeth
200
"By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes." (Act IV, Scene I)
One of the three witches
300
"All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand." (Act V, Scene I)
Lady Macbeth
400
"Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." (Act V, Scene V)
Macbeth
500
"Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it; he died as one that had been studied in his death to throw away the dearest thing he owed, as 't were a careless trifle." (Act I, Scene IV)