Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[wind gusts]
[older thane] Goes the king hence today?
balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
shall he dwindle, peak and pine.
What thou wouldst highly, that wouldst thou holily.
I cannot tell.
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
If I stand here, I saw him!
[witch 1] Where hast thou been, sister?
the minions of their race, turned wild in nature,
and push us to our stools!
I have seen hours dreadful and things strange.
Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, that you do lie so late?
Wherefore was that cry?
Aye, my good lord.
Those that Macbeth hath slain.
let us be beaten, if we cannot fight.
[footsteps approaching]
Fie, my lord, fie! A soldier, and afeard?
-[man] Aha. -[porter] I pray you, remember the porter.
It is the bloody business that informs thus to mine eyes.
If ill, why hath it given me earnest of success, commencing in a truth?
[horse whinnies]
He loves us not.
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
Always thought that I require a clearness.
Give me your hand.
And, I fear, thou play'dst most foully for it.
[thudding continues]
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
[witch 3] Where the place?
Here had we now our country's honor roofed,
when my drink is ready, she strike upon the bell.
He did command me to call timely on him. I have almost slipped the hour.
he should have old turning the key.
as they would make war with mankind.
Wherefore did you so?
[wind howling]
And none serve with him but constrained things
which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
That is a step on which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,
We learn no other but the confident tyrant keeps still in Dunsinane,
Farewell.
What cannot you and I perform upon the unguarded Duncan?
Good night. And better health attend His Majesty--
Take thy face hence.
It is the cry of women, my good lord.
That shalt be king hereafter.
and take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
[older thane] What, my good lord?
Come to my woman's breasts
No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Now does he feel his secret murders sticking on his hands.
[witch 1] Thus do go about, about.
What is the night?
♪ For the rain it raineth every day ♪
But here… [sighs]
Wouldst not play false, and yet wouldst wrongly win.
The heart is sorely charged.
He hath honored me of late.
Our royal master's murdered.
besides her walking and other actual performances,
as upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine--
[Malcolm] Be it their comfort.
and sent forth great largess to your offices.
[Banquo] Thanks, sir. The like to you.
-is murdered. -[crowd gasps, murmurs]
as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from her rest.
new orphans cry, new sorrows strike heaven on the face,
No.
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me without my stir.
[together] Speak.
[thudding continues]
as we shall make our griefs and clamor roar upon his death?
Thy letters have transported me beyond this ignorant present,
which must not yield, to one of woman born.
Macbeth. Macbeth. Macbeth.
That will never be.
[bell tolls, distant]
Hark.
and will endure our setting down before it.
Listening their fear, I could not say "amen" when they did say, "God bless us."
who wrought with them, and all things else
[witch 1] Silvered in the moon's eclipse, nose of Turk and Tartar's lips.
But I have words that would be howled out in the desert air,
Well, they were suborned.
I am Thane of Cawdor.
which shall possess them with the heaviest sound that ever yet they heard.
to cure this deadly grief.
How now. What news?
You must leave this.
tyrant holds the due of birth,
But I must also feel it as a man.
I looked toward Birnam, and anon, methought,
I have lived long enough.
broke their stalls, flung out, contending 'gainst obedience,