Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

why, chance may crown me without my stir.

I conjure you, by that which you profess, howe'er you come to know it,

Those of his chamber,

Let them fly all.

My plenteous...

Was he not born of woman?

O proper stuff!

'I will to the Weird Sisters.

All is but toys.

Speak, I charge you.

But all's too weak, for brave Macbeth -

Thou hast no speculation in those eyes, which thou dost glare with.

Does anybody know what this is?

It is a tale told by an idiot,

You lack the season of all natures.

Of all men else I have avoided thee.

We love him highly and shall continue our graces towards him.

Our duties and the pledge.

Till Birnam Wood remove to Dunsinane

when none can call our power to account?

Where we lay, our temples were blown down

There's no such thing.

What is that noise?

and you whose places are the nearest,

Ay, my good Lord.

Come, thick night,

I am sick at heart when I behold.

Were such things here as we do speak about?

He's worth no more.

strong both against the deed.

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?

'Our fears in Banquo stick deep.'

even to the disposition that I owe

Where is she now?

and what seemed corporal melted as breath into the wind.

put rancours in the vessel of my peace

Hail, Macbeth. Hail, Macbeth.

till thou applaud the deed.

full of sound and fury,

I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent

'all as the weird women promised.

And wakes it now to look so green and pale

Here lies Duncan,

Did he not straight, in pious rage,

Saw you the Weird Sisters?

and I'll request your presence.

and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,

And now a wood comes toward Dunsinane.

The spirits that know all mortal consequence

'twere best not know myself.

My soul is too much charged with blood of thine already.

against the use of nature?

Be bright and jovial among your guests tonight.

and make my seated heart knock at my ribs

Blunt not the heart, enrage it.

Why did you bring these daggers from the place?

have pronounced me thus:

Things bad begun make themselves strong by ill.

cast the water of my land, find her disease