Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-What three things? -Nose-painting, sleep and urine.
does approve, by his loved mansionry,
No jutty, frieze, buttress, nor coign of vantage,
Worthy Macduff and we shall take upon's what else remains to do.
the fatal bellman, which gives the stern'st good night.
that but this blow might be the be-all and the end-all here.
Then prophet-like they hailed him father to a line of kings.
O, but this place is too cold for hell.
I dare do all that may become a man. Who dares do more is none.
This push will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.
What's to be done?
To bed.
There the grown serpent lies.
I'll put it on. Send out more horses.
"Fear not, till Birnam Wood do come to Dunsinane."
Who did bid thee join with us?
Great happiness. [chuckles]
[witch 1] He will not be commanded.
But screw your courage to the sticking-place, and we'll not fail.
and bend up each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks.
[witch 3] Liver of blaspheming Jew,
[breathing heavily]
I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful
-chief nourisher in life's feast. -What do you mean?
I know I am Thane of Glamis, but how of Cawdor?
Why, well.
And chastise with the valor of my tongue
Or have we eaten on the insane root that takes the reason prisoner?
with his drowsy hums hath rung night's yawning peal,
and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom
Norway himself, with terrible numbers, assisted by that most disloyal traitor,
I have no words.
I hope, in no place so unsanctified where such as thou mayst find him.
Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis.
Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so.
The devil himself could not pronounce a title more hateful to mine ear.
[chuckles]
Whether he was combined with those of Norway,
making the green one red.
It cannot be called our mother, but our grave,
and new supplies of men began a fresh assault.
[witches] Double, double toil and trouble. Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
using those thoughts which should indeed have died with them they think on?
[chuckling] There's no such thing.
Hail, King of Scotland!
[older thane] Only, I say, things have been strangely borne.
[sighs] Alas, poor country.
Do we but find the tyrant's power tonight,
And when we have our naked frailties hid, which suffer in exposure,
-My husband. -[sighs]
Goes Fleance with you?
Glamis and Thane of Cawdor.
My ever-gentle cousin.
[gasps] Yet here's a spot.
-What's the matter? -Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.
To alter favor ever is to fear.
[Macbeth laughs]
proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
No more o' that, my lord, no more of that.
by that which you profess, howe'er you come to know it, answer me.
to think so brainsickly of things.
by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee.
Who was the thane lives yet,
-[Lady Macbeth] What, in our house? -Too cruel anywhere.
But, gentle heavens, cut short all intermission.
The fit is momentary. Upon a thought he will again be well.
The English force, so please you.
-There's blood upon thy face. -'Tis Banquo's then.
[tolling continues]
Yet do I fear thy nature.
[horses whinny]
He chid the sisters when first they put the name of king upon me,
You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
And thence it is that I to your assistance do make love,
was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.
One cried, "God bless us,"
to make them kings!
nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark to cry, "Hold. Hold."
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse,
as honor, love, obedience, troops of friends,
[woman] The king comes here tonight.
he hath a wisdom that guide his valor to act in safety.
Where is the Thane of Cawdor?
[witch] Finger of birth-strangled babe,
Even till destruction sicken, answer me to what I ask you.
Banquo and Macbeth.
who did report that very frankly he confessed his treasons,
Thou wast born of woman.
[Macduff] Let us rather hold fast the mortal sword,
We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose to be his purveyor.
[people screaming]
Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.
Hail, brave friend.
A kind good night to all.
How sayest thou, that Macduff denies his person at our great bidding?
the victory fell to us.
I take it, 'tis later, sir.
How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person at our great bidding?
She should have died hereafter.
As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.
Who could refrain, that had a heart to love,