Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

with fortune on his damned quarrel smiling,
What's done is done.
The grooms were lodged together.
When I burned in desire to question them further,
But Banquo's safe?
-[people screaming] -What is that noise?
For brave Macbeth-- well he deserves that name--
that death and nature do contend about them,
He is about it.
Psst, psst, psst.
Leave all the rest to me.
I have almost forgot the taste of fears.
Strange screams of death and prophesying, with accents terrible, of dire combustion
[witch 2] Listen, but speak not to it.
Art not without ambition, but without the illness should attend it.
Who must hang them?
The very source of it is stopped.
[grunting continues]
Thou hast harped my fear aright. But one thing more--
Sweet remembrancer.
Where is your husband?
ere they be scanned.
As two spent swimmers that do cling together and choke their art.
[soldiers cheer]
Do you find your patience so predominant in your nature that you can let this go?
What's the newest grief?
All my pretty ones?
Let's make us medicines of our great revenge,
Now, good digestion wait on appetite, and health--
One of my fellows had the speed of him.
-[footsteps continue marching] -[tolling continues]
[people shouting]
The cry is still, "They come!"
His flight was madness.
If it be mine, keep it not from me. Quickly let me have it.
-[door opens] -[footsteps]
those sleepy two of his own chamber and used their very daggers,
Come, seeling night,
No son of mine succeeding.
ditch-delivered by a drab.
Yet my heart throbs to know one thing more.
We fail.
which you thought had been our innocent self.
They are assailable. Then be thou jocund.
-No. -Go pronounce his present death.
[wind whistling]
I bear a charmed life,
They say…
that I would set my life on any chance, to mend it, or be rid on't.
[man] ♪ He that has and a little tiny wit ♪
[witch 1] Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
Come, come. Give me your hand.
Give him tending. He brings great news.
that no compunctious visitings of nature shake my fell purpose,
[witch 2] Killing swine.
[grunting]
[older thane] What is't that moves Your Highness?
More needs she the divine than the physician.
-[door thuds] -[footsteps approaching]
[shouting continues]
who should against his murderer shut the door, not bear the knife myself.
Stands Scotland where it did?
You have displaced the mirth,
Thou liest, abhorred tyrant.
the firstlings of my heart shall be the firstlings of my hand.
So weary with disasters, tugged with fortune,
I cannot but remember such things were, that were most precious to me.
that most may claim this argument for ours?
The king hath happily received, Macbeth, the news of thy success.
put a barren scepter in my grip,
If thou speak'st false,
[cawing]
my senses would have cooled to hear a night-shriek.
Whither should I fly? I have done no harm.
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
[bird caws]
This is her very guise. And, upon my life, fast asleep.
[breathing heavily]
Be bloody, bold and resolute.
he bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor.
[together] Round about the cauldron go.
shall blow this horrid deed in every eye, that tears shall drown the wind.
By the clock, 'tis day,
It makes him, and it mars him. It sets him on, and it takes him off.
-[thud] -[gasps]
Soldiers, sir.
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.
Each new morn new widows howl,
That trusted home might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
and like good men bestride our downfall birthdom.
and live a coward in thine own esteem,
And with thy bloody and invisible hand