Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

'of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied.'

Within this hour, at most,

Give me your hand. Conduct me to mine host.

Thy letters have transported me beyond this ignorant present

It is the bloody business which informs thus to mine eyes.

Whence cam'st thou, noble Prince?

To beguile the time, look like the time.

Here let them lie

and health on both.

Live you or are you aught that man may question?

letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would"?

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.

Doubtful it stood,

Gracious my Lord,

and to that dauntless temper of his mind...

'Such a one am I to fear, or none.

and know how tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me.

How easy is it then.

I see thee yet,

but deep, mouth-honour, breath,

steeped in the colours of their trade.

Not so happy yet much happier.

How say'st thou that Macduff denies his person

All my pretty chickens

'Tis Banquo's then.

showed like a rebel's whore.

Bid me not speak. You see.

And, to conclude,

and, as they say,

'Tis two or three, my Lord, that bring you word.

Hail, Macbeth! Hail, Macbeth!

"Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it came missives from the King

Sweet remembrancer!

Full, full of scorpions, is my mind.

that made you break this enterprise to me?

'Tis much he dares

Take thee that too.

but we'll take tomorrow.

Be large in mirth, anon,

- The King, is he stirring? - Not yet.

and set me up in hope?

The wine of life is drawn

- Give me my armour. - 'Tis not needed yet.

There's blood upon thy face.

Turn, hellhound.

But, for certain,

for it must be done tonight, and something from the palace.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair.

there's nothing serious in mortality.

Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests.

that his virtues would plead like angels,

Macbeth. Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis.

'Now does he feel

He that's coming must be provided for