Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He is already named.
and take no care who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are.
only for them.
till famine and the ague eat them up.
The handle toward my hand.
The life?
with a most indissoluble tie, forever knit.
would, at a dismal treatise, rouse and stir
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
Witchcraft celebrates
Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane
Beware the Thane of Fife.
I 'gin to be aweary of the sun
Why do you make such faces?
Wherefore did you so?
She'll close and be herself
Then live, Macduff. What need I fear of thee?
As far, my Lord, as will fill up the time 'twixt this and supper,
Come, come, give me your hand.
You mar all with this starting.
- Which of you have done this? - What, my good Lord?
'Banquo and Macbeth,
'But, bear-like, I must fight the course.
Life's but a walking shadow,
Lay on, Macduff.
'Tis most like the sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.
God save the King!
which the poor heart would fain deny and dare not.
Oh...
Come.
Hath it slept since?
They were all struck for thee.
'Why should I play the Roman fool and die on mine own sword?'
For them
he cannot buckle his distempered cause within the belt of rule.
we'd jump the life to come.
besides the Thane of Cawdor.
Murder!
More is thy due than more than all can pay.
painted upon a pole,
I had lived a blessed time.