Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What does the tyrant?

that his virtues will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued,

If he had been forgotten, it had been as a gap in our great feast,

all that impedes thee from the golden round.

that such a hideous trumpet calls to parley the sleepers of the house?

[witch 1] Here I have a sailor's thumb, wrecked as homeward he did come.

[breathes heavily]

-On both. -[guests chuckle]

wherever in your sightless substances you wait on nature's mischief.

Now near enough.

Safe in a ditch he bides, with twenty trenched gashes on his head.

Let's after him, whose care is gone before to bid us welcome.

and say which grain will grow and which will not,

Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, curbing his lavish spirit.

they have more in them than mortal knowledge.

But of that tomorrow,

blood will have blood.

And what seemed corporal melted as breath into the wind.

What wood is this before us?

Hence, with your little ones.

[wind whistling]

[Malcolm] This murderous shaft that's shot hath not yet lighted.

And his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature for ruin's wasteful entrance.

as troubled with man's act, threatens the bloody stage.

Though thou call'st thyself a hotter name than any is in hell.

When in swinish sleep, their drenched natures lie as in a death.

Whom, you may say, if it please you, Fleance killed, for Fleance fled.

Here. Take my sword.

The gracious Duncan was pitied of Macbeth.

and fixed his head upon our battlements.

know we will establish our estate upon our eldest, Malcolm…

That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold.

Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feeling as to sight?

or that with both he labored in his country's wrack, I know not.

I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked.

and nothing is, but what is not.

Come on. Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks.

and what we have to do to the direction just.

Did you send to him, sir?

What is a traitor?

What hands are here? Ha! They pluck out mine eyes.

and all-thing unbecoming.

There's husbandry in heaven.

[Malcolm] 'Tis his main hope.

I have done the deed.

A stronger and a better soldier none that Christendom gives out.

When I came hither to transport the tidings,

discerning fortune, with his brandished steel which smoked with bloody execution,

that the heaven's breath smells wooingly here.

[Macbeth] Were they not forced with those that should be ours,

-[Lady Macduff] But I remember now. -[people shouting]

This evenhanded justice commends

I think not of them.

and you whose places are the nearest,

that a swift blessing may soon return to this our suffering country…

[witch 2] Show me. Show me!

[man] Who goes there?

Is Banquo gone from court?

When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me promised no less to them?

And wakes it now, to look so green and pale at what it did so freely?

But in them nature's copy is not eterne.

After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.

This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said, led you to Duncan.

and stole thence the life of the building.

We hear, our bloody cousins are bestowed in England and in Ireland,

and know how tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me.

Duncan is in his grave.

-[crowd gasps, murmurs] -[man] Why?

to say I have done no harm?

Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies.

A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.

All our service in every point twice done and then done double

Fleance, his son, must embrace the fate of that dark hour.

upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, till famine cling thee.

It must be done tonight, and something from the palace.

[thunder rumbles]

Had I but died an hour before this chance…

I am one, my liege,

In this slumbery agitation,

-There is ten thousand-- -Geese, villain?

Give me the daggers.

I wish your horses swift and sure of foot.

Look, how she rubs her hands.