Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

win us with honest trifles, to betray us in deepest consequence.
Why, one that swears and lies.
and question this most bloody piece of work, to know it further.
Sleep that knits up the raveled sleeve of care,
We are men, my liege.
And damned all those that trust them!
Ah, so foul and fair a day I have not seen.
and catch with his surcease success,
Thou marvel'st at my words. But hold thee still.
Thy blood is cold!
Why, so… [breathes deeply]
[witch 3] Posters of the sea and land.
which I have heavily borne,
Where we are…
[Lady Macbeth] My royal lord, you do not give the cheer.
What hath quenched them hath given me fire.
[tolling continues]
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion whose horrid image doth unfix my hair
Cure her of that.
some times its true
Why do you keep alone,
I am not to you known, though in your state of honor I am perfect.
You know your own degrees. Sit down.
-[laughs] -My lady.
What's done cannot be undone.
but this bird hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle.
[Lady Macbeth] It was the owl that shrieked,
Are you so…
Then stand with us.
Why, the honest men.
The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
Blow, wind! Come, wrack!
Thou art the best o' the cutthroats.
[groans]
for fear thy very stones prate of my whereabout.
[man chuckles]
Lay it to thy heart, and farewell."
[footsteps]
[footsteps approaching]
Almost afraid to know itself.
To you they have showed some truth.
No, cousin. I'll home to Fife.
who have died holily in their beds.
give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
Will you to Dunsinane?
Your face, my Thane, is as a book where men may read strange matters.
Death of thy soul.
[witch 1] Nine.
Merciful powers, restrain in me the cursed thoughts
the man would die, and there an end!
All hail, King of Scotland.
and then is heard no more.
[footsteps approaching]
[breathes heavily]
Put rancors in the vessels of my peace only for them.
Hie thee hither,
My lord, I will not.
And thrice again to make up, uh--
the wood began to move.
Do you not hope your children shall be kings?
I am in blood stepped in so far
Was the hope drunk wherein you dressed yourself?
till he unseamed him from the nave to the chops
For thy undaunted mettle should have composed nothing but males.
[witch 3] 'Tis time.
[witches, together] All hail, Macbeth. Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!
Welcome hither.
Wake Duncan with thy knocking!
But this sore night hath trifled former knowings.
And when he reads thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
Avaunt! Quit my sight!
Go not my horse the better,
This supernatural soliciting cannot be ill, cannot be good.
But wherefore could not I pronounce "amen"?
Come, we'll to sleep.
-[screams] -[basin clatters]
How now, you secret, black and midnight hags.
My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.
prince of Cumberland.
[witch 2] And, like a rat without a tail, I'll do, I'll do and I'll do.
[younger thane] Horror! Horror! Horror!
Seyton!
[thudding]
were, on the quarry of this murdered deer, to add the death of you.
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope the Lord's anointed temple,
I have given suck,
[witch 1] Say if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths, or from our masters?
-[gasps] -[doctor] Foul whisperings are abroad.
Seek to know no more.
for there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men and hang up them.
were the graced person of our Banquo present,
How is it with me, when every noise appalls me?
Yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep
and stir as if life were in't.
He has no children!
He wants the natural touch.
For them the gracious Duncan have I murdered.
May you see things well done there. Adieu.
Our separated fortune shall keep us both the safer.
Sir, amen.
those clamorous harbingers of blood and death!
God save the king.
a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage
Is't known who did this more than bloody deed?
[footsteps approaching]
[witch] When shall we three meet again?
This is more strange than such a murder is!