Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bid me not speak. You see.

showed like a rebel's whore.

To beguile the time, look like the time.

Live you or are you aught that man may question?

Whence cam'st thou, noble Prince?

He that's coming must be provided for

that made you break this enterprise to me?

There's blood upon thy face.

Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests.

steeped in the colours of their trade.

letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would"?

and set me up in hope?

'Tis two or three, my Lord, that bring you word.

Not so happy yet much happier.

there's nothing serious in mortality.

The wine of life is drawn

'Now does he feel

Full, full of scorpions, is my mind.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair.

and, as they say,

Here let them lie

and to that dauntless temper of his mind...

and know how tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me.

but we'll take tomorrow.

Be large in mirth, anon,

that his virtues would plead like angels,

All my pretty chickens

but deep, mouth-honour, breath,

But, for certain,

I see thee yet,

for it must be done tonight, and something from the palace.

- Give me my armour. - 'Tis not needed yet.

'Tis Banquo's then.

- The King, is he stirring? - Not yet.

Give me your hand. Conduct me to mine host.

And, to conclude,

How say'st thou that Macduff denies his person

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.

It is the bloody business which informs thus to mine eyes.

Thy letters have transported me beyond this ignorant present

Turn, hellhound.

Macbeth. Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis.

'Such a one am I to fear, or none.

'Tis much he dares

Hail, Macbeth! Hail, Macbeth!

Gracious my Lord,

How easy is it then.

Sweet remembrancer!

and health on both.

Take thee that too.

Within this hour, at most,

Doubtful it stood,

"Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it came missives from the King

'of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied.'