Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Some holy angel fly to the court of England
How thou talk'st.
The expedition of my violent love outran the pauser, reason.
but under heavy judgment bears that life which he deserves to lose.
That, sir, which I will not report after her.
who shall bear the guilt of our great quell?
[Malcolm] I know him now.
Oh, here's a knocking indeed.
lives in the English court.
when therewithal we shall have cause of state craving us jointly.
-[crowd clamors, cries] -Woe, alas!
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
[witches, together] So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo.
Yet I will make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate.
[screams, grunts]
let me clutch thee.
to the last syllable of recorded time.
Accursed be thy tongue that tells me so.
[king] Whence cam'st thou, worthy Thane?
where the Norwegian banners flout the sky and fan our people cold.
He's already named, and gone to Dunsinane to be invested.
No mind that's honest but in it shares some woe.
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?
And, to conclude…
[Malcolm] Let us seek out some desolate place,
'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word.
Which must be acted…
and to be baited with the rabble's curse.
I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.
There's comfort yet.
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
The moon is down. I've not heard the clock.
Here's our chief guest.
Knock, knock. Never at quiet. [grunts]
Speak, if you can. What are you?
but know not how to do it.
It shall be done.
that it resounds as if it felt with Scotland,
-As I descended? -Aye.
Thou knowest that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.
No boasting like a fool.
Lay on, Macduff.
Will it not be received, when we have marked with blood
and make my seated heart knock at my ribs, against the use of nature?
[chuckles]
When our actions do not, our fears do make us traitors.
My gashes cry for help.
-[swords scrape] -[men cheering]
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil as though didst leave it.
Aye, and a bold one,
-[chokes] -[bird caws]
[witch 1] All hail, Macbeth.
Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
I'll see it done.
-[mumbles] -True, my lord.
The near in blood, the nearer bloody.
But hush. No more.
There's none but he whose being I do fear.
and there weep our sad bosoms empty.
which, being taught, return to plague the inventor.
After he was dead.
[man 2] How far is it to Forres?
You made it known to us.
I am a man again.
-He's a traitor. -[son] Thou liest!
What are these? So withered and so wild in their attire,
-Heaven rest them now. -Be this the whetstone of your sword.
that I'm reckless what I do to spite the world.
-[boy grunting] -No, no, no! No!
Come in time. Here you'll sweat for it.
like valor's minion carved out his passage till he faced the slave.
Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it.
[crowd chattering]
Be not a niggard of your speech. How goes it?
for none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.
Laugh to scorn the power of man,
or else worth all the rest.
With my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st!
[Banquo] All's well.
there is no flying hence nor tarrying here!
[Banquo] The earth hath bubbles, as the water has.
for in my way it lies.
Wouldst thou have that which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
masking the business from the common eye for sundry weighty reasons.
Which puts upon them suspicion of the deed.
Not yet.
Thanks for your pains.
I am in this earthly world, where to do harm is often laudable,
Anon we'll drink a measure the table round.
[witch 1] Sleep shall neither night nor day…
He hath been in unusual pleasure,
King, Cawdor,
-What sights, my lord? -I pray you, speak not.
[hooves clopping, horse blusters]