Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The time has been, that, when the brains were out,

may they not be my oracles as well, and set me up in hope?

"Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more."

fold it, write upon it, read it,

'Tis unnatural, even like the deed that's done.

But what is this that rises like the issue of a king,

Consider it not so deeply.

But no more sights!

As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites, to countenance this horror!

[breathing heavily]

Noble Banquo, that hast no less deserved,

Within my sword's length set him.

of that perilous stuff which weighs upon the heart?

I did hear the galloping of horse. Who was't came by?

And I will put that business in your bosoms,

and bid my will avouch it, yet I must not.

Attend those men our pleasure?

-[chuckles] -[thudding continues]

For the poor wren, the most diminutive of birds,

Yet he's good that did the like for Fleance.

Of all men else I have avoided thee. But get thee back.

What is't you do?

Thou hast no speculation in those eyes.

No. They were well at peace when I did leave 'em.

beauteous and swift,

Was it not yesterday we spoke together?

And to be king stands not within the prospect of belief.

Away, and mock the time with fairest show.

…being gone…

[Macduff shouts]

I will thither.

The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood is stopped.

-Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! Awake! -[tolling continues]

and yelled out like syllable of dolor.

were poor and single business to contend against those honors deep and broad

Where violent sorrow seems a modern ecstasy.

-[knocks] -And the obscure bird…

Here lay Duncan,

My lord, his throat is cut. That I did for him.

there's daggers in men's smiles.

[chuckles] Were such things here as we do speak about?

-[scraping] -[thudding continues]

without our special wonder?

his cousin Siward and the good Macduff.

[footsteps approaching]

Oh, go to, go to. You have known what you should not.

What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?

Fathered he is, and yet he's fatherless.

The doors are open,

And, to be more than what you were, you would be so much more the man.

-[distant thud] -See, see, our honored hostess.

[older thane] The night has been unruly.

In conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.

Shall Banquo's issue ever reign in this kingdom?

And pity, like a naked newborn babe, striding the blast,

-Observe her. Stand close. -[man] You see, her eyes are open.

Come, thick night, and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,

Give them all breath,

that, should I wade no more, returning were as tedious as go o'er.

I did so, and went further, which is now our point of second meeting.

Yes, he is dead.

The bell invites me.

against the deep damnation of his taking-off.

Treason has done his worst. Nor steel, nor poison,

Art thou afeard to be the same in thine own act and valor as thou art in desire?

What you've spoke, it may be so perchance.

What soldiers, whey-face?

I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing to those that know me.

It is too full of the milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way.

Double, double toil and trouble.

thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand.

when we hold rumor from what we fear, yet know not what we fear,

Thou speak'st with all thy wit, and yet with wit enough for thee.

Double, double toil and trouble. Fire burn, and cauldron bubble…

Had I three ears, I'd hear thee.

and referred me to the coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that shalt be.'

Let every soldier hew him down a bough and bear it before him.

Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts.

and, "Amen," the other,

Mean you His Majesty?

[birds chirping]

Let it come down.

He does. He did appoint so.

-Did you send to him, sir? -[older thane] Your Majesty.

gall of goat, and slips of yew.

I had most need of blessing, and "amen" stuck in my throat.

[horse whinnies, distant]

Duncan comes here tonight.

And the right-valiant Banquo walked too late.

First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,

-[witch 1] Put in that. -[witch 3] Put in that.

He has almost supped.

What soldiers, patch?

Those linen cheeks of thine are counselors to fear.

Didst thou not hear a noise?

My dearest coz, I pray you, school yourself.

From Fife, great King,

[witch 1 gasps] Look what I have.

I am settled…

temperate and furious, loyal and neutral, in an instant?

yet could not equivocate to heaven. [chuckles]

Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter.

[children laughing, distant]

And such an instrument I was to use.

Make thick my blood.