Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

-[chuckles] -[thudding continues]

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

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

Attend those men our pleasure?

Double, double toil and trouble.

First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,

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

The doors are open,

his cousin Siward and the good Macduff.

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

Thou hast no speculation in those eyes.

…being gone…

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

And the right-valiant Banquo walked too late.

[breathing heavily]

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

But no more sights!

yet could not equivocate to heaven. [chuckles]

-[knocks] -And the obscure bird…

Let it come down.

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

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

I will thither.

[footsteps approaching]

Noble Banquo, that hast no less deserved,

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

I am settled…

Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.

Shall Banquo's issue ever reign in this kingdom?

[Macduff shouts]

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

Those linen cheeks of thine are counselors to fear.

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

against the deep damnation of his taking-off.

From Fife, great King,

Make thick my blood.

without our special wonder?

Where violent sorrow seems a modern ecstasy.

fold it, write upon it, read it,

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

For the poor wren, the most diminutive of birds,

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

Here lay Duncan,

[children laughing, distant]

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

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

-[scraping] -[thudding continues]

What soldiers, whey-face?

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

And I will put that business in your bosoms,

and, "Amen," the other,

there's daggers in men's smiles.

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

Give them all breath,

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

Away, and mock the time with fairest show.

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

Consider it not so deeply.

Was it not yesterday we spoke together?

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

Didst thou not hear a noise?

Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter.

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

He has almost supped.

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

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

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

and yelled out like syllable of dolor.

And such an instrument I was to use.

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

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

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

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

My dearest coz, I pray you, school yourself.

[horse whinnies, distant]

[witch 1 gasps] Look what I have.

What soldiers, patch?

The bell invites me.

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

What is't you do?

of that perilous stuff which weighs upon the heart?

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

gall of goat, and slips of yew.

Duncan comes here tonight.

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

He does. He did appoint so.

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

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

Mean you His Majesty?

Within my sword's length set him.

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

thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand.

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

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

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

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

Fathered he is, and yet he's fatherless.

[older thane] The night has been unruly.

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

Yes, he is dead.

Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts.

beauteous and swift,

[birds chirping]

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