Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come, come, give me your hand.
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
I 'gin to be aweary of the sun
and take no care who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are.
painted upon a pole,
I had lived a blessed time.
He is already named.
Then live, Macduff. What need I fear of thee?
'Why should I play the Roman fool and die on mine own sword?'
Oh...
The life?
Why do you make such faces?
Witchcraft celebrates
which the poor heart would fain deny and dare not.
would, at a dismal treatise, rouse and stir
besides the Thane of Cawdor.
we'd jump the life to come.
till famine and the ague eat them up.
The handle toward my hand.
Lay on, Macduff.
Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane
Hath it slept since?
'Tis most like the sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.
'But, bear-like, I must fight the course.
God save the King!
'Banquo and Macbeth,
Life's but a walking shadow,
only for them.
She'll close and be herself
As far, my Lord, as will fill up the time 'twixt this and supper,
- Which of you have done this? - What, my good Lord?
Beware the Thane of Fife.
with a most indissoluble tie, forever knit.
Wherefore did you so?
They were all struck for thee.
Come.
You mar all with this starting.
he cannot buckle his distempered cause within the belt of rule.
Murder!
More is thy due than more than all can pay.
For them