Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The service and the loyalty I owe, in doing it, pays itself.
And in his royalty of nature reigns that which would be feared.
[Macbeth] Go bid thy mistress,
And these are of them. Whither are they vanished?
nor keep peace between the effect and it.
At once, good night.
He that's coming must be provided for.
hath helped him to his home before us.
[thud]
Each minute teems a new one.
Ere to black Hecate's summons the shard-borne beetle
[Banquo] Fleance!
[groans, gasps]
To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself.
their daggers unmannerly breeched with gore.
If this which he avouches does appear,
I will not be afraid of death and bane,
[inhales deeply]
that memory, the warder of the brain, shall be a fume,
cancel and tear to pieces that great bond which keeps me pale.
No, indeed, my lord.
uh…
till thou applaud the deed.
And, as they say, lamentings heard in the air.
Sit, worthy friends.
We have lost best half of our affair.
-Give me my sword. Who's there? -[Macbeth] A friend.
[chuckles] If a man were porter of hell-gate,
-[bell tolls, distant] -I go, and it is done.
Beware Macduff.
Well then, now have you considered of my speeches?
To bed.
I must not look to have.
Wash your hands, put on your nightgown.
Know that it was Banquo in the times past
whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey soundly invite him,
Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
For it is thine.
no teeth for the present.
From this moment,
Throw physic to the dogs! I'll none of it!
Unreal mockery, hence!
If he scape…
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
And when goes hence?
which held you so under fortune,
Alack!
This disease is beyond my practice.
[footsteps marching, distant]
Our castle's strength will laugh a siege to scorn.
Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none.
Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.
Your eye in Scotland would create soldiers, make our women fight,
[witch 2] He shall live a man forbid.
And in such bloody distance,
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests.
Stay, you imperfect speakers. Tell me more.
Their hands and faces were all badged with blood.
And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,
[witch 3] …hang upon his penthouse lid.
There's not a one of them but in his house I keep a servant feed.
Where we lay, our chimneys were blown down.
My strange and self-abuse is the initiate fear that wants hard use.
Gracious England hath lent us good Siward and ten thousand men.
Seyton! Send out!
and wears upon his baby-brow the round and top of sovereignty?
Bring forth men-children only.
and in that heart courage to make his love known?
-It was. -So please Your Highness.
'Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil.
[grunting, groaning continues]
The queen, my lord, is dead.
Did heaven look on, and would not take their part?
What not put upon his spongy officers,
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,
[Macduff] Turn, hellhound, turn!
The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
[grunting]
Light thickens.
I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent…
Within this three mile may you see it coming, I say, a moving grove.
-[gasps] -Hark. She speaks.
that darkness does the face of earth entomb,
[exhales] I guess at it.
where hearing should not latch them.
why, by the verities on thee made good,
Now does he feel his title hang loose about him,
[bird chattering]
I doubt some danger does approach you nearly.