Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[children laughing, distant]

Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter.

there's daggers in men's smiles.

I will thither.

his cousin Siward and the good Macduff.

[Macduff shouts]

Away, and mock the time with fairest show.

gall of goat, and slips of yew.

Double, double toil and trouble. Fire burn, and cauldron bubble…

Mean you His Majesty?

As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites, to countenance this horror!

I did hear the galloping of horse. Who was't came by?

What soldiers, patch?

-[scraping] -[thudding continues]

that, should I wade no more, returning were as tedious as go o'er.

Oh, go to, go to. You have known what you should not.

Let every soldier hew him down a bough and bear it before him.

I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing to those that know me.

may they not be my oracles as well, and set me up in hope?

Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts.

against the deep damnation of his taking-off.

Here lay Duncan,

-Observe her. Stand close. -[man] You see, her eyes are open.

And I will put that business in your bosoms,

In conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.

Yet he's good that did the like for Fleance.

The bell invites me.

-[chuckles] -[thudding continues]

Fathered he is, and yet he's fatherless.

thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand.

But no more sights!

…being gone…

My dearest coz, I pray you, school yourself.

Attend those men our pleasure?

The time has been, that, when the brains were out,

Of all men else I have avoided thee. But get thee back.

[birds chirping]

-Did you send to him, sir? -[older thane] Your Majesty.

And to be king stands not within the prospect of belief.

I did so, and went further, which is now our point of second meeting.

He does. He did appoint so.

'Tis unnatural, even like the deed that's done.

Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.

[footsteps approaching]

What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?

Double, double toil and trouble.

No. They were well at peace when I did leave 'em.

He has almost supped.

[breathing heavily]

fold it, write upon it, read it,

and, "Amen," the other,

Let it come down.

Make thick my blood.

The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood is stopped.

Yes, he is dead.

Thou speak'st with all thy wit, and yet with wit enough for thee.

were poor and single business to contend against those honors deep and broad

Within my sword's length set him.

[witch 1 gasps] Look what I have.

Thou hast no speculation in those eyes.

and bid my will avouch it, yet I must not.

without our special wonder?

"Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more."

Give them all breath,

What soldiers, whey-face?

Noble Banquo, that hast no less deserved,

Treason has done his worst. Nor steel, nor poison,

What you've spoke, it may be so perchance.

Duncan comes here tonight.

[chuckles] Were such things here as we do speak about?

The doors are open,

of that perilous stuff which weighs upon the heart?

Didst thou not hear a noise?

-Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! Awake! -[tolling continues]

From Fife, great King,

Those linen cheeks of thine are counselors to fear.

And pity, like a naked newborn babe, striding the blast,

and referred me to the coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that shalt be.'

Where violent sorrow seems a modern ecstasy.

But what is this that rises like the issue of a king,

[horse whinnies, distant]

beauteous and swift,

[older thane] The night has been unruly.

-[distant thud] -See, see, our honored hostess.

temperate and furious, loyal and neutral, in an instant?

My lord, his throat is cut. That I did for him.

and yelled out like syllable of dolor.

What is't you do?

-[witch 1] Put in that. -[witch 3] Put in that.

And, to be more than what you were, you would be so much more the man.

First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,

Consider it not so deeply.

yet could not equivocate to heaven. [chuckles]

I had most need of blessing, and "amen" stuck in my throat.

Shall Banquo's issue ever reign in this kingdom?

It is too full of the milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way.

Come, thick night, and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,

And the right-valiant Banquo walked too late.

I am settled…

For the poor wren, the most diminutive of birds,

Art thou afeard to be the same in thine own act and valor as thou art in desire?

-[knocks] -And the obscure bird…

when we hold rumor from what we fear, yet know not what we fear,

Was it not yesterday we spoke together?

And such an instrument I was to use.