Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And you shall put this night's great business into my dispatch.
Well, let's away, and say how much is done.
Revenges burn in them.
implored Your Highness's pardon and set forth a deep repentance.
Who can impress the forest, bid the tree unfix his earthbound root?
[footsteps]
Resolve yourselves apart.
They do, my lord.
Alas, the day. What good could they pretend?
But treasons capital, confessed and proved…
Their candles are all out.
Macbeth shall never vanquished be
The sleeping and the dead are but as pictures.
My children too?
Glamis…
Who was it that thus cried?
-[thunder rumbles] -Are you a man?
Hark.
Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second cock.
Those of his chamber, as it seemed, had done it.
Awake! Awake! Ring the alarum bell!
Your children shall be kings.
[witch 2] Thrice to thine and thrice to mine.
This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness,
The air nimbly and sweetly recommends itself unto our gentle senses.
Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane and thou opposed,
Thou sure and firm-set earth, hear not my steps, which way they walk,
[witch 2] 'Tis time.
Skirr the country round. Hang those that talk of fear.
Good God, betimes remove the means that makes us strangers.
No more the Thane of Cawdor shall deceive our bosom interest.
[whimpers]
[gasps]
This castle hath a pleasant seat.
You make me strange even to the disposition that I owe,
nor must be known no less to have done so,
let me enfold thee and hold thee to my heart.
but signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine on all deservers.
-[younger thane] Your Majesty? -…clamored the livelong night.
When the battle's lost and won.
in a place from whence himself does fly?
O worthiest cousin.
[cawing]
let us meet,
But we'll take tomorrow.
[clanks]
Which honor must not unaccompanied invest him only,
Threescore and ten I can remember well,
Give sorrow words.
Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits.
[witch 2] When the hurly-burly's done.
came missives from the king, who all-hailed me 'Thane of Cawdor,'
or heaven's cherubim, horsed upon the sightless couriers of the air,
But for your husband, he is noble, wise, judicious,
[chuckles]
the hearing of my wife with your approach, so humbly take my leave.
I must become a borrower of the night for a dark hour or twain.
It persuades him, disheartens him, makes him stand to, and not stand to.
[footsteps approaching]
[horse whinnies]
So is he mine.
And, for an earnest of a greater honor,
And be all traitors that do so?
[chattering]
"Macbeth shall sleep no more."
Hath he asked for me?
Men must not walk too late. I hear Macduff lives in disgrace.
[marching stops]
Out, out, brief candle.
I see thee yet…
Others that lesser hate him do call it valiant fury.
[door slams]
Who's there, in the name of Beelzebub? [chuckles]
These deeds must not be thought after these ways.
"Thus did Banquo."
[clanks]
-[waves crashing] -[thudding]
He was a gentleman on whom I built an absolute trust.
Tonight we hold a solemn supper, sir. And I'll request your presence.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!
[witch 3] Aye.
To bed.
Come in, tailor. Here you may roast your goose.
[chuckles]
Tell me, if your art can tell so much.
Tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee.
There, the murderers, steeped in the colors of their trade,
[footsteps]