Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She has spoke what she should not. I am sure of that.
under a hand accursed.
whether they live or die.
[horse whinnies]
There would have been a time for such a word.
To beguile the time, look like the time.
Infirm of purpose.
[chuckles] Yes.
Towards which advance the war!
[Siward groans, pants]
Fail not our feast.
There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
the instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Uh, not so sick, my lord,
This I made good to you in our last conference, passed in probation with you,
that might to half a soul and to a notion crazed say,
If you can look into the seeds of time
something wicked this way comes.
strong both against the deed.
It is a peerless kinsman.
having no witness to confirm my speech.
To show an unfelt sorrow is an office which the false man does easy.
Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going.
the ingredience of our poisoned chalice to our own lips.
If there come truth from them--
It will have blood. [sighs]
his two chamberlains will I with wine and wassail so convince
Tomorrow, as he purposes.
Please't Your Highness to grace us with your royal company.
but that myself should be the root and father of many kings.
Is it far you ride?
[witch 2] For a charm of powerful trouble,
Malcolm! Banquo!
Beware the Thane of Fife.
scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day.
Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, the air is delicate.
Aye, in the catalog ye go for men.
all. As the weird women promised.
[witch 2] By the pricking of my thumbs,
-Give me mine armor. -'Tis not needed yet.
And our safest way is to avoid the aim.
[bell tolls, distant]
Not so happy, yet much happier.
Welcome hither.
'Twas a rough night.
Would they had stayed.
How goes the world, sir, now?
Hie you to horse. Adieu, till you return at night.
Conduct me to mine host.
[bell tolls]
fell slaughter on their souls.
Front to front bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself.
Thither Macduff is gone to pray upon his aid.
Live you? Or are you aught that man may question?
-Give me mine armor! -[door opens]
[older thane] His absence, sir, lays blame upon his promise.
Therein the patient must minister to himself.
[thudding continues]
[nurse] What a sigh is there.
raze out the written troubles of the brain
The seeds of Banquo kings!
[younger thane] Banquo. Banquo.
[younger thane] Your father…
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,
of sorriest fancies your companions making,
I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, for it must seem their guilt.
Make all our trumpets speak.
Then the liars and swearers are fools,
I stood and heard them.
We are yet but young in deed.
that they have done't?
Only I have left to say, more is thy due than more than all can pay.
[Lady Macbeth] What's the business,