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Alas, the day. What good could they pretend?

These deeds must not be thought after these ways.

I must become a borrower of the night for a dark hour or twain.

And be all traitors that do so?

Who was it that thus cried?

Which honor must not unaccompanied invest him only,

-[younger thane] Your Majesty? -…clamored the livelong night.

Tell me, if your art can tell so much.

Thou sure and firm-set earth, hear not my steps, which way they walk,

When the battle's lost and won.

Tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee.

Skirr the country round. Hang those that talk of fear.

in a place from whence himself does fly?

the hearing of my wife with your approach, so humbly take my leave.

The sleeping and the dead are but as pictures.

nor must be known no less to have done so,

This castle hath a pleasant seat.

let me enfold thee and hold thee to my heart.

"Thus did Banquo."

Who's there, in the name of Beelzebub? [chuckles]

Their candles are all out.

-[thunder rumbles] -Are you a man?

-[waves crashing] -[thudding]

Give sorrow words.

The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!

You make me strange even to the disposition that I owe,

He was a gentleman on whom I built an absolute trust.

[witch 2] Thrice to thine and thrice to mine.

This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness,

Awake! Awake! Ring the alarum bell!

Macbeth shall never vanquished be

My children too?

And, for an earnest of a greater honor,

Others that lesser hate him do call it valiant fury.

Good God, betimes remove the means that makes us strangers.

I see thee yet…

Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane and thou opposed,

Threescore and ten I can remember well,

[horse whinnies]

But treasons capital, confessed and proved…

They do, my lord.

And you shall put this night's great business into my dispatch.

Revenges burn in them.

[footsteps approaching]

Tonight we hold a solemn supper, sir. And I'll request your presence.

came missives from the king, who all-hailed me 'Thane of Cawdor,'

O worthiest cousin.

No more the Thane of Cawdor shall deceive our bosom interest.

Out, out, brief candle.

but signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine on all deservers.

[witch 2] When the hurly-burly's done.

But for your husband, he is noble, wise, judicious,

Men must not walk too late. I hear Macduff lives in disgrace.

implored Your Highness's pardon and set forth a deep repentance.

Well, let's away, and say how much is done.

Resolve yourselves apart.

Your children shall be kings.

The air nimbly and sweetly recommends itself unto our gentle senses.

There, the murderers, steeped in the colors of their trade,

Come in, tailor. Here you may roast your goose.

Hath he asked for me?

It persuades him, disheartens him, makes him stand to, and not stand to.

Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second cock.

or heaven's cherubim, horsed upon the sightless couriers of the air,

"Macbeth shall sleep no more."

Who can impress the forest, bid the tree unfix his earthbound root?

Those of his chamber, as it seemed, had done it.

But we'll take tomorrow.

[marching stops]

[witch 2] 'Tis time.

Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits.