Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-When? -Now.
that croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan under my battlements.
How came she by that light?
Most royal sir…
I'll drain him dry as hay.
Valiant cousin. Worthy gentleman.
I conjure you,
Your leafy screens throw down. And show like those you are!
Well too.
that I may pour my spirits in thine ear.
if you would grant the time.
And what will you do now? How will you live?
whilst our poor malice remains in danger of her former tooth.
-[door closes] -…I had lived a blessed time.
[screams]
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
Besides, this Duncan hath borne his faculties so meek,
[screaming continues]
[sighs] This is a sorry sight.
[guards shouting]
whom the vile blows and buffets of the world have so incensed
-What is amiss? -You are, and do not know it.
or did line the rebel with hidden help and vantage,
You know not whether it was his wisdom or his fear.
…upon this bank and shoal of time, we'd jump the life to come.
heaven forgive him too.
Can such things be and overcome us like a summer's cloud,
as night's black agents to their prey do rouse.
Therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery.
Sinful Macduff.
The Thane of Cawdor lives, a prosperous gentleman.
[woman] This way! This way!
Better be with the dead, whom we, to gain our peace,
From this time such I account thy love.
'Tis much he dares.
How does my wife?
She'll close and be herself,
-Will she go now to bed? -Directly.
At least we'll die with harness on our back.
I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried. He cannot come out on's grave.
[woman] "They met me in the day of success.
What, all my pretty chickens and their dam in one fell swoop?
the king's two sons, are stolen away and fled.
There's one did laugh in his sleep,
In a sieve I'll thither sail.
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
Gracious my lord, I should report that which I say I saw,
There if I grow, the harvest is your own.
Neither to you nor anyone,
[Banquo] At your kindest leisure.
Gentles, all rise. His Highness is not well.
full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
She goes down at 12.
by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me
And drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things.
Why, worthy Thane, you do unbend your noble strength,
Give to the edge of the sword his wife, his babes,
My way of life is fallen into the sere, the yellow leaf.
Nay, how will you do for a husband?
[wind howling]
And the crow makes wing to the rooky wood.
Here's the smell of the blood still.
What, can the devil speak true?
She has light by her continually. 'Tis her command.
Is the king stirring, worthy Thane?
[grunting, groaning]
will fight, her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
[distant thudding]
And with his former title…
The sin of my ingratitude even now was heavy on me.
Give us a light there, boy.
O, I could play the woman with mine eyes and braggart with my tongue.
[witch 2] Upon the heath.
Some say, the earth was feverous and did shake.
pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
we would spend it in some words upon that business,
Unsex me here,
I'll go no more. I'm afraid to think what I have done.
Be comforted.
Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
Still it cried, "Sleep no more," to all the house.