Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I am not to you known, though in your state of honor I am perfect.
Will you to Dunsinane?
Why, so… [breathes deeply]
To you they have showed some truth.
a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage
Thou marvel'st at my words. But hold thee still.
All hail, King of Scotland.
Put rancors in the vessels of my peace only for them.
Death of thy soul.
The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
I have given suck,
He wants the natural touch.
-[laughs] -My lady.
[breathes heavily]
But this sore night hath trifled former knowings.
those clamorous harbingers of blood and death!
Why, the honest men.
But wherefore could not I pronounce "amen"?
Do you not hope your children shall be kings?
[witch 3] Posters of the sea and land.
[footsteps approaching]
[Lady Macbeth] My royal lord, you do not give the cheer.
And when he reads thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
How now, you secret, black and midnight hags.
Where we are…
Why do you keep alone,
Seek to know no more.
-[screams] -[basin clatters]
prince of Cumberland.
[tolling continues]
God save the king.
No, cousin. I'll home to Fife.
My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.
and catch with his surcease success,
the wood began to move.
were, on the quarry of this murdered deer, to add the death of you.
[man chuckles]
Seyton!
Is't known who did this more than bloody deed?
and question this most bloody piece of work, to know it further.
for there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men and hang up them.
I am in blood stepped in so far
Almost afraid to know itself.
Welcome hither.
Your face, my Thane, is as a book where men may read strange matters.
You know your own degrees. Sit down.
What's done cannot be undone.
and then is heard no more.
Come, we'll to sleep.
My lord, I will not.
Yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep
Go not my horse the better,
win us with honest trifles, to betray us in deepest consequence.
for fear thy very stones prate of my whereabout.
Ah, so foul and fair a day I have not seen.
who have died holily in their beds.
Avaunt! Quit my sight!
[witch 2] And, like a rat without a tail, I'll do, I'll do and I'll do.
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion whose horrid image doth unfix my hair
We are men, my liege.
were the graced person of our Banquo present,
How is it with me, when every noise appalls me?
Thy blood is cold!
Blow, wind! Come, wrack!
[witch 3] 'Tis time.
but this bird hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle.
[footsteps approaching]
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope the Lord's anointed temple,
[younger thane] Horror! Horror! Horror!
[Lady Macbeth] It was the owl that shrieked,
which I have heavily borne,
till he unseamed him from the nave to the chops
[witch] When shall we three meet again?
This is more strange than such a murder is!
Wake Duncan with thy knocking!
[witches, together] All hail, Macbeth. Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!
This supernatural soliciting cannot be ill, cannot be good.
Sir, amen.
And damned all those that trust them!
Are you so…
And thrice again to make up, uh--
Sleep that knits up the raveled sleeve of care,
Then stand with us.
and stir as if life were in't.
For thy undaunted mettle should have composed nothing but males.
May you see things well done there. Adieu.
Why, one that swears and lies.
[footsteps approaching]
[thudding]
the man would die, and there an end!
Lay it to thy heart, and farewell."
Cure her of that.
Was the hope drunk wherein you dressed yourself?
What hath quenched them hath given me fire.
[witch 1] Say if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths, or from our masters?
some times its true
He has no children!
-[gasps] -[doctor] Foul whisperings are abroad.
Hie thee hither,
Thou art the best o' the cutthroats.
[witch 1] Nine.
give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
For them the gracious Duncan have I murdered.
[footsteps]
Our separated fortune shall keep us both the safer.
Merciful powers, restrain in me the cursed thoughts
[groans]