Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He loves us not.
Fie, my lord, fie! A soldier, and afeard?
He did command me to call timely on him. I have almost slipped the hour.
[bell tolls, distant]
And, I fear, thou play'dst most foully for it.
[witch 3] Where the place?
as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from her rest.
But here… [sighs]
I looked toward Birnam, and anon, methought,
Take thy face hence.
[wind gusts]
new orphans cry, new sorrows strike heaven on the face,
I have lived long enough.
Listening their fear, I could not say "amen" when they did say, "God bless us."
But I have words that would be howled out in the desert air,
Hark.
tyrant holds the due of birth,
which must not yield, to one of woman born.
Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, that you do lie so late?
he should have old turning the key.
balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
besides her walking and other actual performances,
Now does he feel his secret murders sticking on his hands.
♪ For the rain it raineth every day ♪
Our royal master's murdered.
Thy letters have transported me beyond this ignorant present,
let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.
Farewell.
which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
-[man] Aha. -[porter] I pray you, remember the porter.
[thudding continues]
And none serve with him but constrained things
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
shall he dwindle, peak and pine.
[together] Speak.
It is the cry of women, my good lord.
who wrought with them, and all things else
as we shall make our griefs and clamor roar upon his death?
when my drink is ready, she strike upon the bell.
I am Thane of Cawdor.
What thou wouldst highly, that wouldst thou holily.
[thudding continues]
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Macbeth. Macbeth. Macbeth.
Here had we now our country's honor roofed,
which shall possess them with the heaviest sound that ever yet they heard.
[Malcolm] Be it their comfort.
What is the night?
[horse whinnies]
Always thought that I require a clearness.
What cannot you and I perform upon the unguarded Duncan?
[footsteps approaching]
He hath honored me of late.
[Banquo] Thanks, sir. The like to you.
and take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
[older thane] Goes the king hence today?
the minions of their race, turned wild in nature,
Wherefore was that cry?
as upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine--
and push us to our stools!
Give me your hand.
Good night. And better health attend His Majesty--
No.
You must leave this.
[older thane] What, my good lord?
But I must also feel it as a man.
as they would make war with mankind.
The heart is sorely charged.
Those that Macbeth hath slain.
That is a step on which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,
Wherefore did you so?
It is the bloody business that informs thus to mine eyes.
I cannot tell.
and will endure our setting down before it.
[witch 1] Silvered in the moon's eclipse, nose of Turk and Tartar's lips.
broke their stalls, flung out, contending 'gainst obedience,
Well, they were suborned.
[witch 1] Thus do go about, about.
to cure this deadly grief.
If I stand here, I saw him!
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
[witch 1] Where hast thou been, sister?
I have seen hours dreadful and things strange.
-is murdered. -[crowd gasps, murmurs]
Aye, my good lord.
No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine,
[wind howling]
We learn no other but the confident tyrant keeps still in Dunsinane,
How now. What news?
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me without my stir.
and sent forth great largess to your offices.
Wouldst not play false, and yet wouldst wrongly win.
That shalt be king hereafter.
If ill, why hath it given me earnest of success, commencing in a truth?
Come to my woman's breasts
That will never be.