Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nay, how will you do for a husband?

I'll go no more. I'm afraid to think what I have done.

I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried. He cannot come out on's grave.

that I may pour my spirits in thine ear.

pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,

'Tis much he dares.

My way of life is fallen into the sere, the yellow leaf.

At least we'll die with harness on our back.

[Banquo] At your kindest leisure.

She has light by her continually. 'Tis her command.

She'll close and be herself,

I'll drain him dry as hay.

Therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery.

Why, worthy Thane, you do unbend your noble strength,

Gentles, all rise. His Highness is not well.

or did line the rebel with hidden help and vantage,

Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

And the crow makes wing to the rooky wood.

if you would grant the time.

How does my wife?

And drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things.

And what will you do now? How will you live?

Sinful Macduff.

[grunting, groaning]

[sighs] This is a sorry sight.

[witch 2] Upon the heath.

In a sieve I'll thither sail.

Still it cried, "Sleep no more," to all the house.

Some say, the earth was feverous and did shake.

[screaming continues]

There's one did laugh in his sleep,

we would spend it in some words upon that business,

-Will she go now to bed? -Directly.

that croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan under my battlements.

Valiant cousin. Worthy gentleman.

will fight, her young ones in her nest, against the owl.

as night's black agents to their prey do rouse.

full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Here's the smell of the blood still.

[distant thudding]

whom the vile blows and buffets of the world have so incensed

What, can the devil speak true?

How came she by that light?

Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,

Gracious my lord, I should report that which I say I saw,

Give us a light there, boy.

[woman] This way! This way!

What, all my pretty chickens and their dam in one fell swoop?

The Thane of Cawdor lives, a prosperous gentleman.

-[door closes] -…I had lived a blessed time.

Most royal sir…

Give to the edge of the sword his wife, his babes,

Is the king stirring, worthy Thane?

You know not whether it was his wisdom or his fear.

whilst our poor malice remains in danger of her former tooth.

Your leafy screens throw down. And show like those you are!

Better be with the dead, whom we, to gain our peace,

O, I could play the woman with mine eyes and braggart with my tongue.

Can such things be and overcome us like a summer's cloud,

heaven forgive him too.

From this time such I account thy love.

There if I grow, the harvest is your own.

Neither to you nor anyone,

the king's two sons, are stolen away and fled.

The sin of my ingratitude even now was heavy on me.

[guards shouting]

-What is amiss? -You are, and do not know it.

[woman] "They met me in the day of success.

by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me

…upon this bank and shoal of time, we'd jump the life to come.

Is this a dagger which I see before me,

She goes down at 12.

And with his former title…

Besides, this Duncan hath borne his faculties so meek,