Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, here's a knocking indeed.
[witch 1] Sleep shall neither night nor day…
-Heaven rest them now. -Be this the whetstone of your sword.
who shall bear the guilt of our great quell?
How thou talk'st.
and to be baited with the rabble's curse.
Thou knowest that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.
[Banquo] The earth hath bubbles, as the water has.
[Banquo] All's well.
Wouldst thou have that which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
When our actions do not, our fears do make us traitors.
but under heavy judgment bears that life which he deserves to lose.
With my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st!
[king] Whence cam'st thou, worthy Thane?
I am in this earthly world, where to do harm is often laudable,
-[crowd clamors, cries] -Woe, alas!
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?
Will it not be received, when we have marked with blood
[witch 1] All hail, Macbeth.
Here's our chief guest.
I'll see it done.
which, being taught, return to plague the inventor.
The moon is down. I've not heard the clock.
[Malcolm] I know him now.
Some holy angel fly to the court of England
Yet I will make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate.
for in my way it lies.
Come in time. Here you'll sweat for it.
Not yet.
-[swords scrape] -[men cheering]
-[chokes] -[bird caws]
-What sights, my lord? -I pray you, speak not.
What are these? So withered and so wild in their attire,
And, to conclude…
The near in blood, the nearer bloody.
[crowd chattering]
I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.
when therewithal we shall have cause of state craving us jointly.
and make my seated heart knock at my ribs, against the use of nature?
King, Cawdor,
lives in the English court.
There's none but he whose being I do fear.
like valor's minion carved out his passage till he faced the slave.
Thanks for your pains.
let me clutch thee.
After he was dead.
You made it known to us.
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil as though didst leave it.
[witches, together] So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo.
-He's a traitor. -[son] Thou liest!
-[mumbles] -True, my lord.
Which puts upon them suspicion of the deed.
It shall be done.
There's comfort yet.
but know not how to do it.
[Malcolm] Let us seek out some desolate place,
Which must be acted…
The expedition of my violent love outran the pauser, reason.
there is no flying hence nor tarrying here!
My gashes cry for help.
masking the business from the common eye for sundry weighty reasons.
Speak, if you can. What are you?
No mind that's honest but in it shares some woe.
for none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.
Aye, and a bold one,
[screams, grunts]
Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
[chuckles]
He's already named, and gone to Dunsinane to be invested.
-[boy grunting] -No, no, no! No!
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Accursed be thy tongue that tells me so.
or else worth all the rest.
'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word.
Be not a niggard of your speech. How goes it?
-As I descended? -Aye.
and there weep our sad bosoms empty.
Laugh to scorn the power of man,
Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it.
[man 2] How far is it to Forres?
that I'm reckless what I do to spite the world.
[hooves clopping, horse blusters]
Lay on, Macduff.
where the Norwegian banners flout the sky and fan our people cold.
But hush. No more.
No boasting like a fool.
that it resounds as if it felt with Scotland,
to the last syllable of recorded time.
He hath been in unusual pleasure,
Anon we'll drink a measure the table round.
That, sir, which I will not report after her.
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Knock, knock. Never at quiet. [grunts]
I am a man again.