Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

From hence to Inverness, and bind us further to you.
[wailing]
letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," like the poor cat in the adage?
[waves crashing]
but float upon a wild and violent sea each way and none.
like a giant's robe upon a dwarfish thief.
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
Is execution done on Cawdor?
Who can be wise, amazed,
Only to herald thee into his sight, not pay thee.
[crash]
My father is not dead, for all your saying.
On Tuesday last, a falcon, towering in her pride of place,
and fill me from the crown to the toe topful of direst cruelty.
Ring the alarum bell!
[laughs]
-Peace. -[distant thudding]
Macbeth hath murdered sleep."
We should have else desired your good advice,
O hellkite. All?
the death of each day's life, sore labor's bath,
The wine of life is drawn,
Make so bold to call.
Sir, can you tell where he bestows himself?
Let not light see my black and deep desires.
But now they rise again, with twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
It provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.
be not found here.
Which of you have done this?
Things without all remedy should be without regard.
and sleep in spite of thunder.
The charm's wound up.
My worthy Cawdor.
Lest our old robes sit easier than our new.
[wind gusts]
[man] When was it she last walked?
Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
-My wife killed too? -I have said.
that dare look upon that which might appall the devil.
How wilt thou do for a father?
Amen.
Know you not he has?
Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more.
If thou didst it, thou art the nonpareil.
To relate the manner…
not confessing their cruel parricide.
He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers our offices
as they had seen me with these hangman's hands.
there ran a rumor of many worthy fellows that were out.
They were all struck for thee.
creeps in this petty pace from day to day
Therefore, to horse. And let us not be dainty of leave-taking.
But 'tis strange.
[distant thud]
[witch 3] All hail, Macbeth.
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
Dismayed not this our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
Out, damned spot. Out, I say.
which else should free have wrought.
Aye, my good lord.
Then, as his host,
there's nothing serious in mortality. All is but toys.
Only look up clear.
-[distant thud] -[glass shatters]
-[witch 2] Demand. -[together] We'll answer.
Never shake thy gory locks at me!
Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame,
Being unprepared, our will became the servant to defect,
Fly, Fleance! Fly!
This is the very painting of thy fear.
[sighs]
Or why upon this blasted heath you stop our way with such prophetic greeting?
-[man] You must have patience, madam. -[woman] He had none.
My pretty cousin.
whose execution takes your enemy off.
they made themselves air, into which they vanished.
not cast aside so soon.
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it,
There's but one down. The son is fled.
-[hooves clopping] -If you will take a homely maid's advice,
-[grunts] -[thudding continues]
The Thane of Fife had a wife. Where is she now?
whose heavy hand hath bowed you to the grave and beggared yours forever?
Here's the blood of a bat.
Sirrah, your father's dead.
[woman] What had he done, to make him fly the land?
seek to hide themselves in drops of sorrow.
♪ With a heigh-ho, the wind and the rain ♪
to doff their dire distresses.
When Duncan is asleep,
Bless you, fair dame!
we might have met them dareful, beard to beard,
and the mere lees is left this vault to brag of.
[hooves clopping, distant]
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor.
Life is but a walking shadow…