Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people,
So please you, it is true. Our thane is coming.
And let the angel whom thou still hast served tell thee,
Thou seest the heavens,
Arm, arm, and out!
and beat them backward home.
He's here in double trust.
Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air are made, not marked.
till Birnam Forest come to Dunsinane!
-Dispute it like a man. -I shall do so!
[witch 3] Sister, where thou?
Tell me, thou unknown power--
have overthrown him.
[sighs] The tyrant has not battered at their peace?
Here comes the good Macduff.
My liege.
have sent to peace, than on the torture of the mind to lie in restless ecstasy.
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
[Macbeth] Good morrow, both.
showed like a rebel's whore.
Why do we hold our tongues,
-[bird caws] -[Lady Macbeth] Hark!
Ride you this afternoon?
his wonders and his praises do contend which should be thine or his.
besides the Thane of Cawdor.
[man 2] A light. A light!
[wailing]
Come what come may.
Infected minds to their deaf pillows do discharge their secrets.
Would I could answer this comfort with the like.
-No! [grunts] -[man] What, you egg!
[wails]
Let grief convert to anger. Blunt not the heart, enrage it.
Aye, that he was.
-No, my lord. -Came they not by you?
Thou art mad to say it. Is not thy master with him?
[sighs]
how you were borne in hand, how crossed, the instruments,
-[bell tolls] -Murder and treason!
and the surfeited grooms do mock their charge with snores.
I have begun to plant thee and will labor to make thee full of growing.
-I'll to England. -To Ireland, I.
[grunts]
Let not your ears despise my tongue forever,
I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her nightgown upon her,
Why Fleance Why?
[shouting continues]
If the assassination could trammel up the consequence,
They must lie there. Go. Carry them. And smear the sleepy grooms with blood.
Ere the bat hath flown his cloistered flight.
the handle toward my hand?
That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker.
As far, my lord, as will fill up the time 'twixt this and supper.
[chattering continues]
So they doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe.
The castle of Macduff I will surprise. Seize upon Fife.
Malcolm, the son of Duncan, from whom this…
afterwards seal it, and again return to bed.
Thou hast it now.
The weird sisters, hand in hand.
[chuckles]
My name's Macbeth.
Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends.
I dare not speak much further.
Be bright and jovial among your guests tonight.
[witch 3] There to meet with Macbeth.
To bed.
Aye, my good lord.
that every minute of his being thrusts against my nearest of life!
All is confirmed, my lord, which was reported.
Hence, horrible shadow!
like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
[door opens]
Though our lives--
shakes so my single state of man that function is smothered in surmise,
But, for certain, he cannot buckle his distempered cause within the belt of rule.
If we should fail?
[witch 1] Seek to know no more.
[chuckles] Why, I can buy me 20 at any market.
broke the good meeting, with most admired disorder.
Ooh! Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes.
when we're traitors and do not know ourselves,
A deed without a name.
there shall be done a deed of dreadful note.
Or is it a fee-grief due to some single breast?