Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"They met me in the day of success

make our women fight to doff their dire distresses.

Came they not by you?

thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand,

I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked.

But yet I'll make assurance double sure

Upon the battlefield, there to meet with Macbeth.

"When I burned in desire to question them further,

as thou art in desire?

What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.

Hie thee hither that I may pour my spirits in thine ear

Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts,

Who dares do more is none.

We hear our bloody cousin is bestowed in England,

Is't far you ride?

where Norwegian banners flout the sky and fan our people cold,

you murthering ministers,

Would they had stayed.

and within my sword's length you set him.

Merciful powers,

This push will chair me ever

They must lie there.

Yet I do fear thy nature.

they placed a fruitless crown

and the mere lees is left this vault to brag of.

their hands were all badged with blood.

The thanes fly from me.

whom we name hereafter the Prince of Cumberland.

Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives?

and live a coward in thy own esteem,

so humbly take my leave.

Or are you aught that man may question?

"and referred me to the coming on of time with,

till he unseamed him from the nave to the chops

I am Thane of Cawdor.

He did command me to call timely on him.

your wife and babes savagely slaughtered.

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece

Our castle's strength will laugh a siege to scorn.

Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.

The very source of it is stopped.

My way of life is fallen into the sere,

But I will also feel it as a man.

What's done is done.

creeps in this petty pace from day to day

whose horrid image doth unfix my hair

and you shall put this night's great business into my dispatch

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.

to catch the nearest way.

troops of friends,