Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look on't again I dare not.
[witch 1] Macbeth doth come.
Your spirits shine through you.
[Macbeth] Hang out our banners on the outward walls!
and bade them speak to him.
Whence is that knocking?
In which addition, hail, most worthy Thane.
[grunts]
I will tomorrow unto the weird sisters. More shall they speak.
and unfold this message ere he come,
And Duncan's horses, a thing most strange and certain,
The worm that fled hath nature that in time will venom breed,
O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife.
And my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse
Yet all this while in a most fast sleep.
Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight with a new Gorgon.
Some say he's mad.
that my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
[horse whinnies]
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,
He grows worse and worse. Question enrages him.
have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums, and dashed the brains out,
to throw away the dearest thing he owed, as 'twere a careless trifle.
confronted him with self-comparisons.
was once thought honest.
And now a wood comes toward Dunsinane.
[bell tolls]
malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing… can touch him further.
♪ Must make content With his fortunes fit ♪
Did you say all?
Macduff is fled to England.
My soul is too much charged with blood of thine already.
And I have learned by the perfectest report,
No, nor more fearful.
To the selfsame tune and words.
Naught that I am, not for their own demerits, but for mine,
.
To leave his wife, to leave his babes, his mansion and his titles
Aye, but their senses are shut.
Aye, madam, but returns again tonight.
Why, then, 'tis time to do it.
And Thane of Cawdor too. Went it not so?
-Our tears are not yet brewed. -Let's not consort with them.
compelled these skipping kerns to trust their heels…
and confused events new hatched to the woeful time.
In the poisoned entrails throw.
within the volume of which time
And with him, to leave no rubs nor botches in the work,
Malcolm and Donalbain,
And though I could with barefaced power sweep him from my sight
Knock, knock. Who's there?
My voice is in my sword.
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
If't be so, for Banquo's issue have I filed my mind.
He knows thy thought. Hear his speech, but say thou naught.
No! No! No!
The general cause?
[guests murmur]
Up! Up! And see the great doom's image!
But they did say their prayers, and addressed them again to sleep.
Till that Macbeth and Banquo, lapped in proof,
What, man?
The Thane of Cawdor lives. Why do you dress me in borrowed robes?
Hath it slept since?
Look not so pale.
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly.
He died as one that had been studied in his death
Do not bid me speak. See, and then speak yourselves.
Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven…
which still hath been both grave and prosperous, in this day's council.
But cruel are the times,
where nothing, but who knows nothing, is once seen to smile.
It'll be rain tonight.
until great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill shall come against him.
Call 'em. Let me see 'em.
[chuckles]
Is he dispatched?
-Renown and grace is dead. -[Lady Macbeth] Speak! Speak!
[gasps]
[cawing]
I'll devil-porter it no further. Anon!
I have drugged their possets,
Fair and noble hostess, we are your guest tonight.
And all my children?
Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, thou lily-livered boy.
Your castle is surprised, your wife and babes savagely slaughtered.
This guest of summer, temple-haunting martlet,
The English power is near, led on by Malcolm,
only vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself and falls on the other.
when living light should kiss it?
And damned be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!"
had I so sworn as you have done to this.
I laid their daggers ready. He could not miss 'em!