Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wife, children, servants,

First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,

Then fly, false thanes,

and live to be the show and gaze of the time.

and keep the natural ruby of your cheeks when mine is blanched with fear.

My plenteous joys,

you stop our way with such prophetic greeting.

'which must be acted ere they may be scanned.'

- Beware the Thane of Fife. - Beware Macduff.

"Hold, enough!"

The Thane of Cawdor lives.

There's ten thousand.

Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day

If thou couldst, Doctor,

and let the angel whom thou still hast served tell thee

and extend his passion.

Now, good digestion wait on appetite

I bear a charmed life

'Strange things I have in head that will to hand,

- Beware Macduff. - Beware Macduff.

and to be baited with the rabble's curse.

The time has been

Your children shall be kings.

to cry, "Hold, hold!"

If good, why do I yield to that suggestion

"they have more in them than mortal knowledge.

why do you start and seem to fear things that do sound so fair?

And in his royalty of nature reigns that which would be feared.

Hover through the fog and filthy air.

I'll not fight with thee.

whilst our poor malice remains in danger of her former tooth.

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.

My hands are of your colour,

would scour these English hence?

that he seems rapt withal.

well he deserves that name -

'They pluck out mine eyes.'

not bear the knife myself.

Tomorrow, as he purposes.

'Others, lesser, that hate him

Whiles I see lives, the gashes do better upon them.

acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time the moment on't,

What's the business?

would create soldiers,

as make me bleed.