Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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