Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

[breathes heavily]

all that impedes thee from the golden round.

Give me the daggers.

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

and say which grain will grow and which will not,

Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies.

they have more in them than mortal knowledge.

That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold.

Look, how she rubs her hands.

that the heaven's breath smells wooingly here.

There's husbandry in heaven.

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

[thunder rumbles]

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

I wish your horses swift and sure of foot.

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

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

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

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

But of that tomorrow,

I think not of them.

Hence, with your little ones.

The gracious Duncan was pitied of Macbeth.

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

and stole thence the life of the building.

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

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

When I came hither to transport the tidings,

-On both. -[guests chuckle]

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

and all-thing unbecoming.

After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.

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

Here. Take my sword.

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

Did you send to him, sir?

I am one, my liege,

Duncan is in his grave.

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

But in them nature's copy is not eterne.

[man] Who goes there?

Is Banquo gone from court?

Had I but died an hour before this chance…

[wind whistling]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and nothing is, but what is not.

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

[witch 2] Show me. Show me!

to say I have done no harm?

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

This evenhanded justice commends

And what seemed corporal melted as breath into the wind.

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

A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.

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

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

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

and fixed his head upon our battlements.

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

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

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

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

and what we have to do to the direction just.

Now near enough.

In this slumbery agitation,

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

blood will have blood.

and you whose places are the nearest,

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

[Malcolm] 'Tis his main hope.

What does the tyrant?

I have done the deed.

What wood is this before us?

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

What is a traitor?