Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

When I came hither to transport the tidings,

If he had been forgotten, it had been as a gap in our great feast,

And what seemed corporal melted as breath into the wind.

-[Lady Macduff] But I remember now. -[people shouting]

and know how tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me.

Whom, you may say, if it please you, Fleance killed, for Fleance fled.

upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, till famine cling thee.

[Macbeth] Were they not forced with those that should be ours,

I have done the deed.

A stronger and a better soldier none that Christendom gives out.

A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.

It must be done tonight, and something from the palace.

and say which grain will grow and which will not,

-There is ten thousand-- -Geese, villain?

Let's after him, whose care is gone before to bid us welcome.

wherever in your sightless substances you wait on nature's mischief.

There's husbandry in heaven.

Fleance, his son, must embrace the fate of that dark hour.

I wish your horses swift and sure of foot.

This evenhanded justice commends

What wood is this before us?

all that impedes thee from the golden round.

The gracious Duncan was pitied of Macbeth.

Had I but died an hour before this chance…

And wakes it now, to look so green and pale at what it did so freely?

that the heaven's breath smells wooingly here.

Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies.

that a swift blessing may soon return to this our suffering country…

Look, how she rubs her hands.

This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said, led you to Duncan.

Here. Take my sword.

-[crowd gasps, murmurs] -[man] Why?

We hear, our bloody cousins are bestowed in England and in Ireland,

or that with both he labored in his country's wrack, I know not.

know we will establish our estate upon our eldest, Malcolm…

[man] Who goes there?

And his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature for ruin's wasteful entrance.

Though thou call'st thyself a hotter name than any is in hell.

blood will have blood.

[breathes heavily]

they have more in them than mortal knowledge.

[Malcolm] This murderous shaft that's shot hath not yet lighted.

I am one, my liege,

Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feeling as to sight?

I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked.

and all-thing unbecoming.

After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.

In this slumbery agitation,

that such a hideous trumpet calls to parley the sleepers of the house?

[thunder rumbles]

that his virtues will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued,

That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold.

Give me the daggers.

as troubled with man's act, threatens the bloody stage.

All our service in every point twice done and then done double

Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, curbing his lavish spirit.

discerning fortune, with his brandished steel which smoked with bloody execution,

and you whose places are the nearest,

Now near enough.

to say I have done no harm?

But of that tomorrow,

[wind whistling]

What does the tyrant?

and what we have to do to the direction just.

Safe in a ditch he bides, with twenty trenched gashes on his head.

Duncan is in his grave.

When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me promised no less to them?

-On both. -[guests chuckle]

[Malcolm] 'Tis his main hope.

Hence, with your little ones.

and fixed his head upon our battlements.

[witch 1] Here I have a sailor's thumb, wrecked as homeward he did come.

Did you send to him, sir?

Is Banquo gone from court?

What hands are here? Ha! They pluck out mine eyes.

But in them nature's copy is not eterne.

I think not of them.

and nothing is, but what is not.

Come on. Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks.

[witch 2] Show me. Show me!

When in swinish sleep, their drenched natures lie as in a death.

and stole thence the life of the building.

What is a traitor?