Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They were all struck for thee.
-[grunts] -[thudding continues]
But 'tis strange.
Never shake thy gory locks at me!
But now they rise again, with twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
O hellkite. All?
be not found here.
and fill me from the crown to the toe topful of direst cruelty.
and the mere lees is left this vault to brag of.
Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
creeps in this petty pace from day to day
Lest our old robes sit easier than our new.
Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame,
Bless you, fair dame!
My father is not dead, for all your saying.
[waves crashing]
My pretty cousin.
My worthy Cawdor.
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
and sleep in spite of thunder.
To relate the manner…
Sir, can you tell where he bestows himself?
Know you not he has?
Here's the blood of a bat.
There's but one down. The son is fled.
[sighs]
This is the very painting of thy fear.
Ring the alarum bell!
When Duncan is asleep,
Make so bold to call.
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
On Tuesday last, a falcon, towering in her pride of place,
we might have met them dareful, beard to beard,
Being unprepared, our will became the servant to defect,
[crash]
[wailing]
[wind gusts]
not cast aside so soon.
-[man] You must have patience, madam. -[woman] He had none.
From hence to Inverness, and bind us further to you.
Is execution done on Cawdor?
Macbeth hath murdered sleep."
He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers our offices
If thou didst it, thou art the nonpareil.
Aye, my good lord.
Who can be wise, amazed,
The wine of life is drawn,
It provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.
which else should free have wrought.
as they had seen me with these hangman's hands.
not confessing their cruel parricide.
Which of you have done this?
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it,
Amen.
[woman] What had he done, to make him fly the land?
there's nothing serious in mortality. All is but toys.
they made themselves air, into which they vanished.
whose execution takes your enemy off.
Things without all remedy should be without regard.
Only look up clear.
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor.
letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," like the poor cat in the adage?
♪ With a heigh-ho, the wind and the rain ♪
-[witch 2] Demand. -[together] We'll answer.
Out, damned spot. Out, I say.
Dismayed not this our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
-[distant thud] -[glass shatters]
-My wife killed too? -I have said.
Only to herald thee into his sight, not pay thee.
-[hooves clopping] -If you will take a homely maid's advice,
Let not light see my black and deep desires.
Sirrah, your father's dead.
Fly, Fleance! Fly!
like a giant's robe upon a dwarfish thief.
to doff their dire distresses.
[laughs]
We should have else desired your good advice,
[man] When was it she last walked?
[witch 3] All hail, Macbeth.
there ran a rumor of many worthy fellows that were out.
The Thane of Fife had a wife. Where is she now?
[hooves clopping, distant]
the death of each day's life, sore labor's bath,
Life is but a walking shadow…
Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more.
How wilt thou do for a father?
Then, as his host,
but float upon a wild and violent sea each way and none.
whose heavy hand hath bowed you to the grave and beggared yours forever?
Therefore, to horse. And let us not be dainty of leave-taking.
Or why upon this blasted heath you stop our way with such prophetic greeting?
seek to hide themselves in drops of sorrow.
that dare look upon that which might appall the devil.
[distant thud]
-Peace. -[distant thudding]
The charm's wound up.