Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Infected be the air whereon they ride.

-[people murmuring] -…whom we name hereafter

A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, and yet I would not sleep.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

being not of woman born, yet I will try the last.

Thou shalt not live.

gospeled to pray for this good man and for his issue,

and best knows the fits of the season.

It is a tale told by an idiot…

Or art thou a dagger of the mind, a false creation,

Hover through the fog and filthy air.

The merciless Macdonwald,

And mine eternal jewel given to the common enemy of man,

That we but teach bloody instructions,

[older thane] Here is a place reserved.

Why did you bring these daggers from the place?

No sooner justice had with valor armed

and keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, when mine are blanched with fear.

Fie, for shame.

Here let them lie till famine and the ague eat them up!

And this report hath so exasperate Macbeth that he prepares for some attempt at war.

[thunder rumbles]

Thou canst not say I did it.

Why then, alas, do I put up that womanly defense,

Fleance is scaped.

[sighs] Good father.

-I will not fight with thee. -Then yield thee, coward!

I hear it by the way. But I will send.

Thy bones are marrowless!

-[screams, grunts] -[grunts]

The wood of Birnam.

We shall, my lord, perform what you command us.

See, who comes here?

and one cried, "Murder!" that they did wake each other.

and crows and rooks brought forth the secret'st man of blood.

Stones have been known to move, trees to speak.

[all] Hail, King of Scotland! Hail, King of Scotland!

Ah, 'tis better thee without than he within.

Well, say, sir.

Here's a-- Here's a farmer, that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty.

to do good sometime accounted dangerous folly.

What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's abed.

[Macbeth] Repose the while.

Where got'st thou that goose look?

hath been so clear in his great office,

-[horse whinnies] -[soldiers chattering]

Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?

I am afraid they have awaked, and 'tis not done.

speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear your favor nor your hate.

My lord is often thus, and hath been from his youth.

My plenteous joys, wanton in fullness,

There's knocking at the gate. Come! Come!

I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters.

Wife, children, servants, all that could be found.

and yet dark night strangles the traveling lamp.

Are ye fantastical? Or that indeed which outwardly ye show?

Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.

When you durst do it, then you were a man.

that thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing

Oh, yet I do repent me of my fury, that I did kill them.

For, from this instant,

Prince of Cumberland.

God, God forgive us all.

and all unfortunate souls that trace him in his line.

Strange things I have in head, that will to hand.

Yet it was said it should not stand in thy posterity,

-Fled to England? -Aye, my good lord.

Saw you the weird sisters?

What beast was't, then, made you break this enterprise to me?

And that which should accompany old age,

Prithee, peace.

But in these cases we still have judgment here.

but the Norwegian lord, surveying vantage, with furbished arms

We will proceed no further in this business.

I see thee still,

who may I rather challenge for unkindness than pity for mischance.

Since His Majesty went into the field,

Here's another, more potent than the first.

-[thudding] -What?

and the receipt of reason a limbeck only.

-[drum beats] -[witch 2 gasps] A drum. A drum!

Mmm. What concern they?

O, never shall sun that morrow see.

[speaking indistinctly]