Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

had I so sworn as you have done to this.
to throw away the dearest thing he owed, as 'twere a careless trifle.
[chuckles]
and unfold this message ere he come,
The English power is near, led on by Malcolm,
To leave his wife, to leave his babes, his mansion and his titles
-Our tears are not yet brewed. -Let's not consort with them.
confronted him with self-comparisons.
Look on't again I dare not.
Is he dispatched?
Fair and noble hostess, we are your guest tonight.
[bell tolls]
within the volume of which time
No! No! No!
only vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself and falls on the other.
But cruel are the times,
♪ Must make content With his fortunes fit ♪
-Renown and grace is dead. -[Lady Macbeth] Speak! Speak!
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly.
In the poisoned entrails throw.
Till that Macbeth and Banquo, lapped in proof,
The general cause?
Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight with a new Gorgon.
.
Why, then, 'tis time to do it.
Aye, but their senses are shut.
until great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill shall come against him.
Do not bid me speak. See, and then speak yourselves.
What, man?
Your castle is surprised, your wife and babes savagely slaughtered.
And all my children?
[grunts]
He died as one that had been studied in his death
Macduff is fled to England.
[gasps]
Knock, knock. Who's there?
Some say he's mad.
that my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
And now a wood comes toward Dunsinane.
Yet all this while in a most fast sleep.
I have drugged their possets,
which still hath been both grave and prosperous, in this day's council.
and bade them speak to him.
was once thought honest.
And I have learned by the perfectest report,
malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing… can touch him further.
Naught that I am, not for their own demerits, but for mine,
where nothing, but who knows nothing, is once seen to smile.
But they did say their prayers, and addressed them again to sleep.
compelled these skipping kerns to trust their heels…
And though I could with barefaced power sweep him from my sight
[cawing]
And with him, to leave no rubs nor botches in the work,
[horse whinnies]
I laid their daggers ready. He could not miss 'em!
Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven…
Aye, madam, but returns again tonight.
My voice is in my sword.
The worm that fled hath nature that in time will venom breed,
Malcolm and Donalbain,
And damned be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!"
And Duncan's horses, a thing most strange and certain,
Did you say all?
Your spirits shine through you.
And Thane of Cawdor too. Went it not so?
[Macbeth] Hang out our banners on the outward walls!
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,
Whence is that knocking?
In which addition, hail, most worthy Thane.
He grows worse and worse. Question enrages him.
Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, thou lily-livered boy.
Up! Up! And see the great doom's image!
[guests murmur]
Hath it slept since?
and confused events new hatched to the woeful time.
No, nor more fearful.
The Thane of Cawdor lives. Why do you dress me in borrowed robes?
when living light should kiss it?
I'll devil-porter it no further. Anon!
It'll be rain tonight.
He knows thy thought. Hear his speech, but say thou naught.
And my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse
My soul is too much charged with blood of thine already.
[witch 1] Macbeth doth come.
O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife.
I will tomorrow unto the weird sisters. More shall they speak.
This guest of summer, temple-haunting martlet,
have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums, and dashed the brains out,
Call 'em. Let me see 'em.
If't be so, for Banquo's issue have I filed my mind.
To the selfsame tune and words.
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
Look not so pale.