Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How came she by that light?
whom the vile blows and buffets of the world have so incensed
Gentles, all rise. His Highness is not well.
…upon this bank and shoal of time, we'd jump the life to come.
And the crow makes wing to the rooky wood.
Gracious my lord, I should report that which I say I saw,
The sin of my ingratitude even now was heavy on me.
What, can the devil speak true?
And what will you do now? How will you live?
pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
if you would grant the time.
Therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery.
At least we'll die with harness on our back.
And drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things.
She has light by her continually. 'Tis her command.
heaven forgive him too.
Give to the edge of the sword his wife, his babes,
I'll go no more. I'm afraid to think what I have done.
-What is amiss? -You are, and do not know it.
Is the king stirring, worthy Thane?
In a sieve I'll thither sail.
'Tis much he dares.
[woman] "They met me in the day of success.
[sighs] This is a sorry sight.
What, all my pretty chickens and their dam in one fell swoop?
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
-When? -Now.
She goes down at 12.
And with his former title…
or did line the rebel with hidden help and vantage,
Here's the smell of the blood still.
full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
Be comforted.
[grunting, groaning]
I'll drain him dry as hay.
The Thane of Cawdor lives, a prosperous gentleman.
-[door closes] -…I had lived a blessed time.
There's one did laugh in his sleep,
You know not whether it was his wisdom or his fear.
the king's two sons, are stolen away and fled.
[wind howling]
[distant thudding]
-Will she go now to bed? -Directly.
that croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan under my battlements.
Some say, the earth was feverous and did shake.
Why, worthy Thane, you do unbend your noble strength,
Most royal sir…
She'll close and be herself,
There if I grow, the harvest is your own.
[witch 2] Upon the heath.
[woman] This way! This way!
will fight, her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
whilst our poor malice remains in danger of her former tooth.
we would spend it in some words upon that business,
Your leafy screens throw down. And show like those you are!
O, I could play the woman with mine eyes and braggart with my tongue.
Still it cried, "Sleep no more," to all the house.
Neither to you nor anyone,
Valiant cousin. Worthy gentleman.
Nay, how will you do for a husband?
From this time such I account thy love.
by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me
[screaming continues]
[guards shouting]
that I may pour my spirits in thine ear.
Unsex me here,
How does my wife?
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
[Banquo] At your kindest leisure.
Sinful Macduff.
[screams]
I conjure you,
Give us a light there, boy.
Well too.
as night's black agents to their prey do rouse.
Can such things be and overcome us like a summer's cloud,
I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried. He cannot come out on's grave.
Better be with the dead, whom we, to gain our peace,
Besides, this Duncan hath borne his faculties so meek,
My way of life is fallen into the sere, the yellow leaf.