Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I must not look to have,

at what it did so freely?

Is he dispatched?

all that could be found.

and dashed the brains out

If there come truth from them,

Look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under't.

Let Your Highness command upon me to the which my duties are,

this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine,

His absence, sir, lays blame upon his promise.

Fly, Fleance! Fly!

I have lived long enough.

If thou didst it, thou art the nonpareil.

Your eye in Scotland

Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends,

and choke their art.

for it hath cowed my better part of man.

Ride you this afternoon?

This supernatural soliciting cannot be ill,

Come, gentle my Lord.

What rhubarb, cyme or what purgative drug

nature seems dead

Hail, King of Scotland!

By your leave, hostess.

Go, prick thy face and over-red thy fear,

What beast was't, then,

Wouldst thou have that which thou esteem'st the ornament of life

It is the cry of women, my good Lord.

I should report that which I say I saw,

My noble partner you greet with present grace

Then yield thee, coward,

not confessing his cruel parricide,

Most sacrilegious murder hath broke open

Death's counterfeit. You come and look on death itself.

Our hostess keeps her state

with the heaviest sound that ever yet they heard.

A soldier and afeard?

commencing in a truth?

A false creation, proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain.

Beware Macduff.

This even-handed justice commends

What's done cannot be undone.

A kind good-night to all.

the man would die

Treasons capital, confessed and proved, have overthrown him.

Ring the alarum bells.

the gracious Duncan have I murdered,

...he hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour.

'his secret murders sticking on his hands.'

for Banquo's issue have I filed my mind.

strange screams of death.

All our service, in every point twice done and then done double.