Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-[screams, grunts] -[grunts]
[door opens]
And this report hath so exasperate Macbeth that he prepares for some attempt at war.
[older thane] Here is a place reserved.
and yet dark night strangles the traveling lamp.
Infected be the air whereon they ride.
I am afraid they have awaked, and 'tis not done.
[thunder rumbles]
Prince of Cumberland.
gospeled to pray for this good man and for his issue,
When you durst do it, then you were a man.
Here's a-- Here's a farmer, that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty.
[exhales]
Well, say, sir.
and the receipt of reason a limbeck only.
What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's abed.
-[horse whinnies] -[soldiers chattering]
Or art thou a dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Here's another, more potent than the first.
There's knocking at the gate. Come! Come!
Fleance is scaped.
and keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, when mine are blanched with fear.
but the Norwegian lord, surveying vantage, with furbished arms
Mmm. What concern they?
Peace.
[Macbeth] Repose the while.
[speaking indistinctly]
speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear your favor nor your hate.
who may I rather challenge for unkindness than pity for mischance.
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.
Thou shalt not live.
No sooner justice had with valor armed
-I will not fight with thee. -Then yield thee, coward!
Why did you bring these daggers from the place?
Why then, alas, do I put up that womanly defense,
to do good sometime accounted dangerous folly.
Saw you the weird sisters?
Wife, children, servants, all that could be found.
-[drum beats] -[witch 2 gasps] A drum. A drum!
What beast was't, then, made you break this enterprise to me?
For, from this instant,
[sighs] Good father.
We will proceed no further in this business.
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
I hear it by the way. But I will send.
I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters.
and one cried, "Murder!" that they did wake each other.
See, who comes here?
We shall, my lord, perform what you command us.
My plenteous joys, wanton in fullness,
It is a tale told by an idiot…
and best knows the fits of the season.
The wood of Birnam.
The merciless Macdonwald,
Come…
That we but teach bloody instructions,
being not of woman born, yet I will try the last.
Wisdom!
hath been so clear in his great office,
[cawing]
Are ye fantastical? Or that indeed which outwardly ye show?
Thy bones are marrowless!
I see thee still,
[all] Hail, King of Scotland! Hail, King of Scotland!
God, God forgive us all.
Fie, for shame.
Yet it was said it should not stand in thy posterity,
-[thudding] -What?
-Fled to England? -Aye, my good lord.
O, never shall sun that morrow see.
Prithee, peace.
All hail.
-[people murmuring] -…whom we name hereafter
Stones have been known to move, trees to speak.
My lord is often thus, and hath been from his youth.
Thou canst not say I did it.
And mine eternal jewel given to the common enemy of man,
Oh, yet I do repent me of my fury, that I did kill them.
A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, and yet I would not sleep.
Knock, knock.
that thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing
and all unfortunate souls that trace him in his line.
But in these cases we still have judgment here.
Since His Majesty went into the field,
Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Where got'st thou that goose look?
Strange things I have in head, that will to hand.
Ah, 'tis better thee without than he within.
Here let them lie till famine and the ague eat them up!
And that which should accompany old age,
and crows and rooks brought forth the secret'st man of blood.