Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[chuckles] If a man were porter of hell-gate,
Well then, now have you considered of my speeches?
For it is thine.
Wash your hands, put on your nightgown.
From this moment,
-[gasps] -Hark. She speaks.
I doubt some danger does approach you nearly.
till thou applaud the deed.
Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
uh…
[exhales] I guess at it.
And these are of them. Whither are they vanished?
why, by the verities on thee made good,
And in such bloody distance,
their daggers unmannerly breeched with gore.
And in his royalty of nature reigns that which would be feared.
that memory, the warder of the brain, shall be a fume,
I must not look to have.
No, indeed, my lord.
[thud]
What not put upon his spongy officers,
nor keep peace between the effect and it.
[footsteps marching, distant]
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,
Alack!
I will not be afraid of death and bane,
This disease is beyond my practice.
My strange and self-abuse is the initiate fear that wants hard use.
whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey soundly invite him,
Sit, worthy friends.
We have lost best half of our affair.
-Give me my sword. Who's there? -[Macbeth] A friend.
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests.
He that's coming must be provided for.
Did heaven look on, and would not take their part?
Stay, you imperfect speakers. Tell me more.
Where we lay, our chimneys were blown down.
And, as they say, lamentings heard in the air.
Our castle's strength will laugh a siege to scorn.
Beware Macduff.
where hearing should not latch them.
To bed.
Now does he feel his title hang loose about him,
-[bell tolls, distant] -I go, and it is done.
The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
[Banquo] Fleance!
no teeth for the present.
[witch 2] He shall live a man forbid.
If he scape…
Your eye in Scotland would create soldiers, make our women fight,
hath helped him to his home before us.
-It was. -So please Your Highness.
cancel and tear to pieces that great bond which keeps me pale.
which held you so under fortune,
Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none.
Their hands and faces were all badged with blood.
Throw physic to the dogs! I'll none of it!
At once, good night.
I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent…
To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself.
Know that it was Banquo in the times past
[groans, gasps]
Unreal mockery, hence!
And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,
[Macbeth] Go bid thy mistress,
And when goes hence?
that darkness does the face of earth entomb,
Bring forth men-children only.
[Macduff] Turn, hellhound, turn!
There's not a one of them but in his house I keep a servant feed.
[inhales deeply]
and in that heart courage to make his love known?
The service and the loyalty I owe, in doing it, pays itself.
Gracious England hath lent us good Siward and ten thousand men.
[grunting]
Light thickens.
If this which he avouches does appear,
The queen, my lord, is dead.
Each minute teems a new one.
[witch 3] …hang upon his penthouse lid.
[grunting, groaning continues]
Within this three mile may you see it coming, I say, a moving grove.
'Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.
Seyton! Send out!
[bird chattering]
Ere to black Hecate's summons the shard-borne beetle
and wears upon his baby-brow the round and top of sovereignty?