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