Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined,
'For mine own good, all causes shall give way.
My worthy Lord, your noble friends do lack you.
To bed.
and wish the estate o' the world were now undone.
I have almost forgot the taste of fears.
But get thee back.
Tyrant, show thy face!
"and I have learned by the perfect'st report
Hail, Macbeth.
'but to be safely thus!
My dearest love,
No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive our bosom interest.
Come.
Hail,
Yet who would have thought
and tear to pieces that great bond which keeps me pale.
The time has been that, when the brains were out,
- What sights, my Lord? - I pray you, speak not.
Ay, my good Lord. Our time does call upon's.
Macbeth shall never vanquished be.
that struts and frets his hour upon the stage
promised no less to them?
Always thought that I require a clearness.
Sinful Macduff!
Arm, arm, and out!
I'll see it done.
The castle of Macduff I will surprise, seize upon Fife,
O never shall sun that morrow see!
'Who was't came by?'
How it does grieve Macbeth.
signifying nothing.
What not put upon his spongy officers
And we are sent to give thee from our royal master thanks.
...and purge it to a sound and pristine health.
A heavy summons lies like lead upon me
My royal Lord, you do not give the cheer.
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor,
Macduff has fled to England.
'Thou hast it now.
Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
we'll drink a measure the table round.
What's our newest grief?
nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark
Whither are they vanished?
But that myself should be the root and father of many kings.
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Fail not our feast.
Murder!
and yet I would not sleep.
There the murderers,
that but this blow might be the be-all and end-all here.