"I laid their daggers ready;

He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled

My father as he slept, I had done ’t."  Act 2, Scene 2, 9-14

 

Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. (Act 3, Scene 2, Lines 20-25

And yet I would not sleep.

 

"Come, seeling night,

Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day

And with thy bloody and invisible hand

Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond

Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow

Makes wing to th' rooky wood. " Act III, Scene 2, lines 47-58 

His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear.

And you all know, security

Is mortals' chiefest enemy. "  Act III, Scene 5, lines 30-33 

And prophesying with accents terrible

Of dire combustion and confused events

New hatched to the woeful time. The obscure bird

Clamored the livelong night. Some say the Earth

Was feverous and did shake. Act 2 Scene 3, lines 30-35

Methought I heard a voice cry, “Sleep no more!

Macbeth does murder sleep”—the innocent sleep,

Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care,

The death of each day’s life, sore labor’s bath,

Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,

Chief nourisher in life’s feast. 
Act 2, Scene 2, Line 35-40

Thy gory locks at me. -Macbeth Act 3, Scene 4, Line 55-56

Makes wing to th' rooky wood."
Act 3
scene 2
line 53-54

Macbeth does murder sleep”—the innocent sleep,

Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care,

The death of each day’s life, sore labor’s bath,

Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,

Chief nourisher in life’s feast. 
- Act 2 scene 2 page 3

Sleep shall neither night nor day

Hang upon his penthouse lid.

He shall live a man forbid.

Weary sev'nnights nine times nine

Shall he dwindle, peak and pine. (Act 1, Scene 3)

But that myself should be the root and father

Of many kings. 

. 
@ Act III scene I Line 5-6

As they had seen me with these hangman’s hands.

List'ning their fear I could not say “Amen,”

When they did say “God bless us!” (Act 2, Scene 2, Lines 26-29)

Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,

Turned wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,

Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would

Make war with mankind."
Line 15-19 Act 2 Scene 4

   Banquo says “A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep. Merciful

 powers restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature gives way to in repose” 2.1.6-9.

Makes wing to th' rooky wood.

Good things of day begin to droop and drowse;" Act 3, Scene 2, Line 53-55

"Fleance, his son, that keeps himcompany,

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. :
Line 139-144, Act 3, Scene 1

Hark! Peace! It was the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman,"
Act 2
Scene 2
Line 3-5

Whiles night’s black agents to their preys do rouse. (Act 2, scene 2, lines 54-55)

That I did kill them."
(Act 2, Scene 3, Lines 84 and 85)

A falcon, tow'ring in her pride of place, (Act2, scene 4, lines 

Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed. (Act2, scene 4, lines 11-14)

His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear.

And you all know, security

Is mortals' chiefest enemy."
Lines 30-34, Act 3, Scene 5, Page 2

Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,

Turned wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out (Act 2, scene 4, lines 14-17

My father as he slept, I had done ’t."
Act 2
scene 2
line 12-13 

His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel

Fly to the court of England and unfold

His message ere he come, that a swift blessing

May soon return to this our suffering country

Under a hand accursed!"
Line 45-50, Act 3, Scene 6, Page 2

Thou seest the heavens, as troubled with man’s act,

Threatens his bloody stage. By th' clock ’tis day,

And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp.

Is ’t night’s predominance or the day’s shame

That darkness does the face of Earth entomb

When living light should kiss it? (2.5.5-9)

What is ’t you do?"

Lines 48/49, Act 4, Scene 1, Page 3

Thou seest the heavens, as troubled with man’s act,

Threatens his bloody stage. By th' clock ’tis day,

And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp.

Is ’t night’s predominance or the day’s shame

That darkness does the face of Earth entomb

When living light should kiss it? 
Act 2, Scene 4, Line 5-10

Our chimneys were blown down and, as they say,

Lamentings heard i' th' air, strange screams of death,

And prophesying with accents terrible

Of dire combustion and confused events

New hatched to the woeful time. The obscure bird

Clamored the livelong night. Some say the Earth

Was feverous and did shake (Act 2, scene 3, lines 28-35)