Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This castle hath a pleasant seat.
Others that lesser hate him do call it valiant fury.
Who was it that thus cried?
I must become a borrower of the night for a dark hour or twain.
Come in, tailor. Here you may roast your goose.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!
No more the Thane of Cawdor shall deceive our bosom interest.
Revenges burn in them.
nor must be known no less to have done so,
Skirr the country round. Hang those that talk of fear.
[footsteps approaching]
When the battle's lost and won.
The air nimbly and sweetly recommends itself unto our gentle senses.
came missives from the king, who all-hailed me 'Thane of Cawdor,'
And be all traitors that do so?
but signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine on all deservers.
And you shall put this night's great business into my dispatch.
[clanks]
"Macbeth shall sleep no more."
Out, out, brief candle.
There, the murderers, steeped in the colors of their trade,
Tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee.
[chuckles]
"Thus did Banquo."
Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane and thou opposed,
But we'll take tomorrow.
[horse whinnies]
Hark.
[door slams]
Hath he asked for me?
Macbeth shall never vanquished be
My children too?
[gasps]
implored Your Highness's pardon and set forth a deep repentance.
Threescore and ten I can remember well,
[cawing]
[clanks]
[witch 3] Aye.
Give sorrow words.
Awake! Awake! Ring the alarum bell!
[witch 2] Thrice to thine and thrice to mine.
[chattering]
Men must not walk too late. I hear Macduff lives in disgrace.
Tonight we hold a solemn supper, sir. And I'll request your presence.
in a place from whence himself does fly?
He was a gentleman on whom I built an absolute trust.
You make me strange even to the disposition that I owe,
Those of his chamber, as it seemed, had done it.
[witch 2] When the hurly-burly's done.
[chuckles]
[footsteps]
Your children shall be kings.
And, for an earnest of a greater honor,
Tell me, if your art can tell so much.
Resolve yourselves apart.
Who can impress the forest, bid the tree unfix his earthbound root?
Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits.
Good God, betimes remove the means that makes us strangers.
or heaven's cherubim, horsed upon the sightless couriers of the air,
These deeds must not be thought after these ways.
Glamis…
Their candles are all out.
Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second cock.
the hearing of my wife with your approach, so humbly take my leave.
Well, let's away, and say how much is done.
They do, my lord.
[marching stops]
This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness,
But treasons capital, confessed and proved…
[whimpers]
I see thee yet…
So is he mine.
Thou sure and firm-set earth, hear not my steps, which way they walk,
-[younger thane] Your Majesty? -…clamored the livelong night.
-[thunder rumbles] -Are you a man?
Which honor must not unaccompanied invest him only,
To bed.
Who's there, in the name of Beelzebub? [chuckles]
-[waves crashing] -[thudding]
Alas, the day. What good could they pretend?
It persuades him, disheartens him, makes him stand to, and not stand to.
O worthiest cousin.
But for your husband, he is noble, wise, judicious,
let us meet,
let me enfold thee and hold thee to my heart.
[witch 2] 'Tis time.
The sleeping and the dead are but as pictures.
[footsteps]