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For brave Macbeth-- well he deserves that name--
What's the newest grief?
Whither should I fly? I have done no harm.
-[people screaming] -What is that noise?
It makes him, and it mars him. It sets him on, and it takes him off.
-No. -Go pronounce his present death.
[witch 1] Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
Stands Scotland where it did?
Give him tending. He brings great news.
I have almost forgot the taste of fears.
Who must hang them?
That trusted home might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
He is about it.
If it be mine, keep it not from me. Quickly let me have it.
[witch 2] Killing swine.
that no compunctious visitings of nature shake my fell purpose,
As two spent swimmers that do cling together and choke their art.
[grunting continues]
Yet my heart throbs to know one thing more.
They are assailable. Then be thou jocund.
Art not without ambition, but without the illness should attend it.
[people shouting]
They say…
[man] ♪ He that has and a little tiny wit ♪
Let's make us medicines of our great revenge,
Thou liest, abhorred tyrant.
[soldiers cheer]
And with thy bloody and invisible hand
Psst, psst, psst.
[bird caws]
those sleepy two of his own chamber and used their very daggers,
This is her very guise. And, upon my life, fast asleep.
who should against his murderer shut the door, not bear the knife myself.
shall blow this horrid deed in every eye, that tears shall drown the wind.
with fortune on his damned quarrel smiling,
What's done is done.
-[door thuds] -[footsteps approaching]
Leave all the rest to me.
Sweet remembrancer.
ditch-delivered by a drab.
All my pretty ones?
[together] Round about the cauldron go.
he bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor.
Thou hast harped my fear aright. But one thing more--
By the clock, 'tis day,
ere they be scanned.
But Banquo's safe?
[wind whistling]
and like good men bestride our downfall birthdom.
my senses would have cooled to hear a night-shriek.
Come, seeling night,
The cry is still, "They come!"
the firstlings of my heart shall be the firstlings of my hand.
[witch 2] Listen, but speak not to it.
One of my fellows had the speed of him.
that death and nature do contend about them,
Where is your husband?
Come, come. Give me your hand.
I cannot but remember such things were, that were most precious to me.
and live a coward in thine own esteem,
If thou speak'st false,
The very source of it is stopped.
that I would set my life on any chance, to mend it, or be rid on't.
You have displaced the mirth,
I bear a charmed life,
More needs she the divine than the physician.
-[footsteps continue marching] -[tolling continues]
-[door opens] -[footsteps]
put a barren scepter in my grip,
Strange screams of death and prophesying, with accents terrible, of dire combustion
His flight was madness.
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
So weary with disasters, tugged with fortune,
[cawing]
Each new morn new widows howl,
[older thane] What is't that moves Your Highness?
which you thought had been our innocent self.
[shouting continues]
that most may claim this argument for ours?
No son of mine succeeding.
The grooms were lodged together.
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.
The king hath happily received, Macbeth, the news of thy success.
[breathing heavily]
Do you find your patience so predominant in your nature that you can let this go?
Soldiers, sir.
We fail.
-[thud] -[gasps]
When I burned in desire to question them further,
[grunting]
Now, good digestion wait on appetite, and health--
Be bloody, bold and resolute.