Macbeth Edit

A countryman who seems a stranger to us.

A deed without a name.

A false creation, proceeding from the heat oppressed brain.

A friend.

A heavy summons lies like lead upon me

A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, and yet I would not sleep.

A kind good night to all.

A little water clears us of this deed.

A little water clears us of this deed.

A poor player

A poor player struts and frets his hour upon the stage...

A soldier and afeard?

Accursed be that tongue that tells me so...

Accursed be the tongue that tells me so,

Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time the moment on't,

Adder's fork and blindworm's sting, lizard's leg and howlet's wing.

Adieu, till you return at night.

Advise them where to plant themselves.

Afraid to know itself. It cannot be called our mother, but our grave.

After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well.

Against the undivulged pretence I fight of treasonous malice.

Against the use of nature?

Alas, poor country,

Alas, the day. What good could they pretend?

All hail, Macbeth, that shall be king hereafter.

All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter.

All hail, Macbeth. Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor.

All hail, Macbeth. Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis.

All is but toys.

All is but toys. Renown and grace is dead.

All is confirmed, my Lord, which was reported.

All my pretty chickens

All my pretty ones!

All our service, in every point twice done and then done double.

All that could be found.

All that impedes thee from the golden round.

All that is within him does condemn itself.

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.

Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

Always thought that I require a clearness.

An older and a better soldier none that Christendom gives out.

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.

And all unfortunate souls that trace him in his line.

And anon, methought, the wood began to move.

And bade them speak to him.

And be these juggling fiends no more believed that palter with us.

And bend up each corporal agent to this terrible feat.

And catch with his surcease success,

And chastise with the valour of my tongue

And choke their art.

And damned all those that trust them!

And damned all those that trust them!

And damned be him that first cries,

And damned be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!"

And dashed the brains out

And each new day a gash is added to her wounds.

And every one did bear thy praises, in his kingdom's great defence,

And extend his passion.

And fill me from the crown to the toe top full of direst cruelty.

And fixed his head upon our battlements.

And for an earnest of a greater honour, he bade me call thee...

And fortune on his damned quarrel smiled.

And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,

And great prediction of noble having and of royal hope

And health on both.

And I another.

And I fear thou play'dst most foully for it.

And I feel now the future in the instant.

And I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people...

And I have learned by the perfect'st report...

And I will put that business in your bosoms...

And I'll request your presence.

And in his royalty of nature reigns that which would be feared.

And in that heart courage to make love known?

And in that heart, courage to make his love known?

And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks when mine is blanched with fear.

And know how tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me.

And let the angel whom thou still hast served tell thee

And let us not be dainty of leave taking.

And live a coward in thy own esteem,

And live to be the show and gaze of the time.

And make my seated heart knock at my ribs

And mingle with the English epicures.

And my fell of hair

And ne'er shook hands nor bade farewell...

And near approaches the subject of our watch.

And now a wood comes toward Dunsinane.

And now a wood comes towards Dunsinane.

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,

And on thy blade and dudgeon, gouts of blood...

And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,

And pity, like a newborn babe striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin...

And poured them down before him.

And purge it to a sound and pristine health.

And put a barren sceptre in my grip,

And set me up in hope?

And shalt be what thou art promised.

And since too, murders have been performed too terrible for the ear.

And so of men.

And so, I pray, be you.

And stole thence the life of the building.

And such an instrument I was to use.

And such an instrument I was to use.

And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live.

And take no care who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are.

And tear to pieces that great bond which keeps me pale.

And Thane of Cawdor too. Went it not so?

And that which should accompany old age as...

And that which should accompany old age, as honour, love...

And the mere lees is left this vault to brag of.

And the receipt of reason a limbeck only.

And their dam,

And then is heard no more.

And thence it is, that I to your assistance do make love...

And there an end.

And thou opposed,

And to be baited with the rabble's curse.

And to be king...

And to be more than what you were,

And to conclude, the victory fell on us.

And to that dauntless temper of his mind...

And tomorrow

And tomorrow,

And under him my genius is rebuked.

And underwrit:

And wakes it now to look so green and pale

And wakes it now to look so green and pale at what it did so freely?

And we are sent to give thee from our royal master thanks.

And we'll not fail.

And what seemed corporal melted as breath into the wind.

And what seemed corporal melted, as breath into the wind.

And when goes hence?

And why, upon this blasted heath,

And wicked dreams abuse the curtained sleep.

And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.

And wish the estate of the world were now undone.

And with him,

And with him, to leave no rubs nor botches in the work...

And with his former title greet Macbeth.

And with his former title, greet Macbeth.

And with some sweet, oblivious antidote...

And with thy bloody and invisible hand cancel and tear to pieces...

And withered murder moves like a ghost.

And within my sword's length you set him.

And yet I would not sleep.

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

And you whose places are the nearest,

And, as they say,

And, as they say, lamentings heard in the air, strange screams of death.

And, for an earnest of a greater honour,

And, to conclude,

And, with thy bloody and invisible hand,

Anon, anon!

Answer me.

Are ye fantastical, or that indeed which outwardly you show?

Are you a man?

Are you a man?

Are you so gospelled to pray for this man and for his issue...

Arm, arm, and out!

Art not without ambition but without the illness should attend it.

Art thou afeard to be the same in act as in desire?

Art thou afeard to be the same in thine own act and valour

Art thou not, fatal vision,

Art thou not, fatal vision...

As broad and general as the casing air.

As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air with thy keen sword impress

As far as will fill up the time 'twixt this and supper.

As far, my Lord, as will fill up the time 'twixt this and supper,

As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, shoughs...

As I did stand my watch, I looked toward Birnam.

As life were in't.

As make me bleed.

As thick as hail came post from post

As thou art in desire?

As two spent swimmers that do cling together

Assisted by that most disloyal traitor,

At least we'll die with harness on our back.

At our great bidding?

At what it did so freely?

At your kindest leisure.

Avaunt and quit my sight.

Avaunt, and quit my sight! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold.

Awake!

Awake!

Awake!

Awake! Ring the alarm bell!

Ay, a bold one that dare look on that which might appal the devil.

Ay, and a bold one that dare look on that which might appal the devil.

Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men.

Ay, my good Lord.

Ay, my good Lord.

Ay, my good Lord. Our time does call upon's.

Ay, my good lord. Your royal preparation makes us hear something.

Ay.

Banquo and Macbeth, all hail.

Banquo, our royal master's murdered.

Banquo!

Banquo!

Banquo!

Be all traitors that do so?

Be bloody,

Be bloody, bold and resolute. Laugh to scorn the power of man.

Be bright and jovial among your guests tonight.

Be bright and jovial among your guests tonight.

Be comforted. Let's make us medicines of our great revenge...

Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,

Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, till thou applaud the deed.

Be it their comfort we are coming thither.

Be it thought and done.

Be large in mirth, anon,

Be lion mettled, proud,

Be not a ****ard of speech. How goes it?

Be not lost so poorly in your thoughts.

Be this the whetstone of your sword.

Be this the whetstone of your sword. Let grief convert to anger.

Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.

Before my body I throw my warlike shield.

Behold where lies the usurper's cursed head.

Behold.

Being of no woman born,

Being unprepared, our will became the servant to defect. All's well.

Besides her walking and other actual performances, what has she said?

Besides the Thane of Cawdor.

Besides, this Duncan hath borne his faculties so meek,

Besides, this Duncan hath borne his faculties so meek...

Better be with the dead...

Beware Macduff.

Beware Macduff. Beware the Thane of Fife.

Beware the Thane of Fife.

Beware the Thane of Fife.

Beware the Thane of Fife.

Bid me not speak. You see.

Bid the tree unfix his earth bound root?

Blood hath been shed ere now, in the olden time.

Blood hath been shed ere now, in the olden time.

Blow, wind! Come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.

Blow, wind.

Blunt not the heart, enrage it!

Blunt not the heart, enrage it.

Body Fall Sound Effect

Bold, and resolute.

Both of you know Banquo was your enemy.

Bound in to saucy doubts and fears.

Bring forth men children only...

Bring me no more reports.

Bring me no more reports. Let them fly. All!

But 'tis strange,

But all's too weak, for brave Macbeth

But deep, mouth honour, breath,

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

But from this instant

But get thee back.

But here upon this bank and shoal of time

But here, upon this bank and shoal of time...

But how of Cawdor?

But hush.

But I have words that will be howled out... ...where hearing should not catch them.

But I shame to wear a heart so white.

But I will also feel it as a man.

But I'll make assurance double sure and take a bond of fate.

But in best time we will require her welcome.

But in their stead, curses...

But in them nature's copy is not eterne.

But in these cases we still have judgement here.

But in these cases, we still have judgement here...

But know not how to do it.

But let the frame of things disjoint. Ere we'll eat our meal in fear...

But now I am cabined, confined, bound in to saucy doubts and fears.

But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined,

But now they rise again and push us from our stools.

But now they rise again, with 20 mortal gashes on their crowns.

But of that tomorrow.

But of that tomorrow. Hie you to horse. Adieu till you return at night.

But only vaulting ambition

But only vaulting ambition...

But screw your courage to the sticking place

But screw your courage to the sticking place and we'll not fail.

But that myself should be the root and father of many kings.

But that myself should be the root and father of many kings.

But we'll take tomorrow.

But yet I'll make assurance double sure

But, for certain,

But, in their stead,

By Sinel's death, I know I am Thane of Glamis.

By the clock 'tis day...

By the help of these, we may again give to our tables meat...

By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.

By whom?

By your leave, hostess.

Call them, let me see them.

Came they not by you?

Can such things be and overwhelm us like a summer's cloud...

Can the devil speak true?

Cancel...

Cannot be good.

Cannot once start me.

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased?

Carved out his passage till he faced the slave

Cast the water of my land, find her disease

Come on. Gentle, my lord.

Come to my woman's breasts and take my milk for gall,

Come,

Come,

Come, come, give me your hand.

Come, gentle my Lord.

Come, give me your hand.

Come, put mine armour on, give me my sword.

Come, seeling night.

Come, seeling night...

Come, thick night,

Come, thick night, pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell...

Come, we'll to sleep.

Come, wrack.

Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts. Unsex me here.

Come.

Come.

Come.

Come. Come.

Come...

Commencing in a truth?

Conduct me to mine host.

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.

Cool it with a baboon's blood, then the charm is firm and good.

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

Cure her of that.

Curses,

Damned, indeed. How it did grieve Macbeth.

Death's counterfeit. You come and look on death itself.

Despair thy charm

Despair thy charm and let the angel whom thou hast served tell thee...

Did he not straight, in pious rage,

Did the heaven look on and would not take their part?

Did you say all?

Didst thou not hear a noise?

Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts,

Disdaining fortune, with his brandished steel

Dismayed not this our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?

Dismiss me, enough.

Dispute it like a man.

Dispute it like a man.

Do not bid me speak.

Do you not hope your children shall be kings

Do you not hope your children shall be kings?

Doctor, the thanes fly from me. Come, sir, despatch.

Doctor.

Does anybody know what this is?

Double, double, toil and trouble. Fire burn, cauldron bubble.

Doubtful it stood,

Duncan comes here tonight.

Duncan is in his grave.

Duncan's two chamberlains will I with wine so convince...

Each new morn new widows howl, new orphans cry.

Ere the bat hath flown his cloistered flight...

Even so?

Even to the disposition that I owe

Every soldier hath downed a bough and bears it before him.

Everyone that does so is a traitor and must be hanged.

Eye of newt and toe of frog, wool of bat and tongue of dog.

Fail not our feast.

Fair and noble hostess, we are your guest tonight.

Fair is foul and foul is fair.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair.

Farewell.

Fathered he is, and yet he's fatherless.

Fear not till Birnam Wood do come to Dunsinane.

Fears and scruples shake us.

Feed and regard him not.

Fie, my lord, fie! A soldier and afeard?

Fie, my Lord!

Fie!

Fill me from the crown to the toe top full of direst cruelty.

Fillet of a fenny snake, in the cauldron boil and bake.

Filling his hearers with strange invention.

First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,

First, as I am his kinsman and his subject...

Fleance, his son that keeps him company,

Fleance! Banquo! Rise up as from your graves...

Fly, Fleance! Fly!

Fly, good Fleance, fly!

Fly!

Fly!

Fly!

For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind.

For in my way it lies.

For it hath cowed my better part of man.

For it must be done tonight, and something from the palace.

For mine own good, all causes shall give way.

For my heart speaks they are welcome.

For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.

For none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.

For now I am bent to know, by the worst means, the worst.

For the blood boltered Banquo smiles upon me...

For them

For them the gracious Duncan have I murdered.

From Fife, great King,

From hence to Inverness, and bind us further to you.

From this time

From this time such I account thy love.

Front to front

Front to front bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself.

Full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife.

Full of sound and fury,

Full, full of scorpions, is my mind.

Geese, villain?

Gentle heavens, cut short all intermission.

Gentle lady, 'tis not for you to hear what I speak.

Gentle lady.

Get on your nightgown, lest occasion show us to be watchers.

Get some water, and wash this filthy witness from your hands.

Get thee gone. Tomorrow we'll hear ourselves again.

Get up!

Give me the daggers.

Give me your favour, my dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.

Give me your hand.

Give me your hand. Conduct me to mine host.

Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.

Give sorrow words.

Give to the edge of the sword his wife, his babes,

Give to the edge of the sword his wife, his babes...

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor,

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor...

Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor.

Go get him surgeons.

Go hence to Inverness and bind us further to you.

Go not my horse the better.

Go pronounce his present death

Go pronounce his present death.

Go to. You have known what you should not.

Go, prick thy face and over red thy fear,

God save the King!

God! God forgive us all.

Goes Fleance with you?

Gone!

Good Macduff.

Good morrow, both.

Good morrow, noble sir.

Good night, and better health attend His Majesty.

Good night. And better health attend His Majesty.

Good repose the while.

Good sir,

Good things of day begin to droop and drowse...

Gracious Duncan was pitied of Macbeth. Marry, he was dead.

Gracious Duncan's dead.

Gracious England hath lent us good Seyward and 10,000 men.

Gracious England hath lent us ten thousand men.

Gracious my Lord,

Gracious, my lord!

Great Glamis. Worthy Cawdor.

Great happiness! No more that thane shall deceive our bosom interest.

Great happiness.

Greater than both by the all hail hereafter.

Had I but died an hour before this chance,

Had I but died before this chance, I had lived a blessed time.

Had I so sworn, as you have done, to this.

Hail,

Hail, King of Scotland!

Hail, King of Scotland!

Hail, King of Scotland!

Hail, King of Scotland!

Hail, king, for so thou art.

Hail, lesser than Macbeth and greater.

Hail, Macbeth!

Hail, Macbeth! Hail, King of Scotland!

Hail, Macbeth! Hail, King of Scotland!

Hail, Macbeth! Hail, Macbeth!

Hail, Macbeth! Hail, Thane of Cawdor!

Hail, Macbeth.

Hail, Macbeth.

Hail, Macbeth.

Hail, Macbeth.

Hail, Macbeth. Hail, Macbeth.

Hail, Prince of Cumberland!

Hail, Prince of Cumberland!

Hail, Thane of Cawdor.

Hail! Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

Hang out our banners on the outward walls.

Hang out our banners on the outward walls.

Hang those that talk of fear.

Hang those that talk of fear.

Hark!

Hath been so clear in his great office,

Hath it slept since?

Hath it slept since?

Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums

Have pronounced me thus:

He bade me from him call thee Thane of Cawdor.

He cannot buckle his distempered cause within the belt of rule.

He chid the sisters

He chid the sisters, when first they put the name of king upon me...

He did command me to call timely on him.

He did command me to call timely. I have almost slipped the hour.

He feels his title hang loose about him...

He grows worse and worse. Question enrages him.

He had none. His flight was madness. Our fears do make us traitors.

He has killed me, Mother.

He has no children!

He has no children.

He hath been in unusual pleasure...

He hath honoured me of late.

He is already named.

He lives. Why do you dress me in borrowed robes?

He loves us not. He wants a natural touch.

He needs not our mistrust since he delivers our offices...

He that's coming must be provided for

He that's coming must be provided for.

He threw away the dearest thing he owed as if it were a careless trifle.

He's a traitor.

He's already named and gone to Scone to be invested.

He's good that did the like for Fleance.

He's here in double trust.

He's here in double trust.

He's worth more sorrow, and that I'll spend for him.

He's worth no more.

Health to this household!

Hear it not, Duncan...

Hear'st thou of them?

Heaven forgive him too.

Heaven rest them now.

Hell is murky.

Hell is murky.

Hell is murky.

Hell kite! What, all my chickens and their dam at one fell swoop?

Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery, hence!

Here had we now our country's honour roofed,

Here lay Duncan, his skin laced with his blood.

Here let them lie

Here let them lie till famine and the ague eat them up.

Here lies Duncan,

Here's a knocking indeed!

Here's our chief guest.

Here's the smell of blood still.

Here's the smell of the blood still.

Hie thee hither that I may pour my spirits in thine ear

Hie thee hither, that I may pour my spirits in thine ear.

Hie you to horse.

His absence, sir, lays blame upon his promise.

His Highness is not well.

His silver skin laced with his golden blood.

His throat is cut. That I did for him.

His two chamberlains will I with wine and wassail so convince

Hm?

Hold thee still.

Horror, horror! Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!

Hover through the fog and filthy air.

Hover through the fog and filthy air.

How does my wife?

How does your patient, doctor?

How easy is it then.

How easy is it, then!

How goes the night?

How is it with me, when every noise appals me?

How it does grieve Macbeth.

How know you this, my lord?

How monstrous it was for Malcolm and Donalbain to kill their father.

How now, my lord?

How now, my Lord? Why do you keep alone?

How now, you secret, black and midnight hags? What is it you do?

How say'st thou that Macduff denies his person

How sayst thou, that Macduff denies his person at our great bidding?

Huh?

I 'gin to be aweary of the sun

I 'gin to be aweary of the sun.

I am afraid of what I have done. Look on it again I dare not.

I am one whom the vile blows and buffets of the world have so incensed...

I am settled

I am sick at heart when I behold.

I am sick at heart, when I behold... Seyton, I say!

I am Thane of Cawdor.

I am Thane of Cawdor.

I bear a charmed life

I bear a charmed life...

I cannot but remember such things were...

I cannot fly. But bearlike I must fight the course!

I cannot taint with fear.

I conjure you, by that which you profess, howe'er you come to know it,

I conjure you, by that which you profess, howe'er you know it.

I dare do all that may become a man.

I dare do all that may become a man. Who dares do more is none.

I do forget.

I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters.

I drink to the general joy of the whole table...

I had else been perfect,

I had else been perfect, whole as the marble, founded as the rock.

I had lived a blessed time.

I have almost forgot the taste of fears.

I have almost slipped the hour.

I have done no harm!

I have done no harm!

I have done the deed.

I have done the deed.

I have given suck

I have lived long enough.

I have lived long enough.

I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent

I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent.

I have no words.

I have no words.

I have supped full with horrors.

I have supped full with horrors.

I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.

I have words

I hear it by the way.

I heard the owl and the crickets.

I hope in no place so unsanctified, where such as thou mayst find him.

I must again to the weird sisters. More shall they speak.

I must not look to have,

I pray you, sit still.

I pray you, speak not, he grows worse and worse.

I prithee, contradict thyself, and say it is not so.

I say he has borne all things well.

I see thee still!

I see thee yet,

I see thee yet...

I shall do so, but I must also feel it as a man.

I should report that which I say I saw,

I take my leave at once.

I take my leave of you. Shall not be long but I'll be here again.

I tell you, Banquo's buried. He cannot come out of his grave.

I thank you, gentlemen.

I will advise you where to plant yourselves,

I will be satisfied! Deny me this and an eternal curse fall on you!

I will have thee, as our rarer monsters are,

I will not be afraid of death or bane...

I will not yield

I will not yield...

I wish your horses swift and sure of foot. Farewell.

I would applaud thee to the very echo that should applaud again.

I would applaud thee to the very echo that should applaud again.

I would thou couldst.

I would, while it was smiling in my face,

I'll be myself the harbinger

I'll bring you to him.

I'll bring you to him.

I'll devil porter it no further.

I'll drug their possets.

I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked! Give me my armour!

I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked.

I'll go and make joyful the hearing of my wife with your approach.

I'll go no more.

I'll make so bold to call, for 'tis my appointed service.

I'll make so bold to call.

I'll not fight with thee.

I'll put it on!

I'll see it done.

I'm afraid they have awaked, and 'tis not done.

I'm in blood, stepped in so far that should I wade no more...

I've almost forgot the taste of fear.

If a man were porter of hell gate, he'd have less turning the key.

If chance will have me king,

If chance will have me king, chance may crown me without my stir.

If good, why do I yield to that suggestion

If good, why do I yield to that suggestion...

If he do bleed...

If he escape, heaven forgive him too.

If he had been forgotten, it'd have been a gap in our great feast.

If he scape,

If I stand here, I saw him.

If ill, why hath it given me earnest of success,

If ill, why hath it given me earnest of success, commencing in a truth?

If it be mine, keep it not from me. Quickly, let me have it.

If it be so,

If it be so...

If it were done when 'tis done,

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly.

If much you note him, you shall offend him

If the assassination could trammel up the consequence

If the assassination could trammel up the consequence...

If there come truth from them,

If there comes truth from them...

If thou be slain and with no sword of mine...

If thou couldst, Doctor,

If thou couldst, doctor, cast the water of my land...

If thou didst it, thou art the nonpareil.

If thou didst that, thou art the nonpareil.

If thou speakst false, upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive...

If we should fail?

If we should fail?

If you can look into the seeds of time...

In form as palpable as this which now I draw.

In one fell swoop?

In the great hand of God I stand.

In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

Infected be the air whereon they ride

Infected be the air whereon they ride!

Infirm of purpose!

Into the air,

Into the air.

Is he dispatched?

Is it far you ride?

Is it known who did this more than bloody deed?

Is it night's predominance or the day's shame...

Is patience so predominant in your nature that you can let this go?

Is the King stirring, worthy Thane?

Is this a dagger which I see before me?

Is this a dagger which I see before me...

Is't far you ride?

Is't known who did this more than bloody deed?

It cannot be called our mother but our graves.

It is a peerless kinsman.

It is a tale told by an idiot,

It is a tale told by an idiot...

It is the bloody business which informs thus to mine eyes.

It is the bloody business which informs thus to mine eyes.

It is the cry of women, my good Lord.

It is too full o' the milk of human kindness

It is too full of the milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way.

It makes you, it mars you, it sets you on...

It must be done tonight, and some way from the palace.

It provokes the desire but takes away the performance.

It shall make honour for you.

It will be rain tonight.

It will have blood.

It will have blood. They say blood will have blood.

It's almost afraid to know itself.

Keep seat. The fit is momentary. Upon a thought he will again be well.

Kind good night to all.

King of Scotland!

King, Cawdor, Glamis...

Kinsmen,

Knock, knock. Never at quiet. What are you?

Knock, knock. Who's there, in the other devil's name?

Know that it was he in times past which held you under fortune...

Know that we will establish our estate upon our eldest, Malcolm,

Know you not he has?

Lamentings heard in the air,

Laugh to scorn the power of man,

Lay it to thy heart, and farewell."

Lay it to thy heart, and farewell."

Lay on, Macduff.

Lay on, Macduff.

Leave all the rest to me.

Lechery, sir, it provokes and it unprovokes.

Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests.

Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests.

Let grief convert to anger.

Let it come down!

Let me clutch thee.

Let me find him, Fortune. And more I beg not.

Let not light see my black and deep desires.

Let not your ears despise my tongue which shall possess them

Let the earth hide thee.

Let them fly all.

Let us to the king.

Let Your Highness command upon me to the which my duties are,

Let Your Highness command upon me...

Let's briefly put on manly readiness and meet in the hall together...

Let's not consort with them.

Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would"?

Liar and slave!

Life's but a walking shadow,

Life's but a walking shadow.

Light thickens, and the crow makes wing to the rooky wood.

Like the poor cat in the adage?

Like valour's minion

Live you or are you aught that man may question?

Live you?

Liver of blaspheming Jew, gall of goat and slips of yew.

Look after her. Remove from her means of annoyance and keep eyes upon her.

Look how our partner's rapt.

Look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under't.

Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it.

Look not so pale.

Look not so pale.

Look, lo! How say you?

Love and health to all.

Love,

Macbeth does murder sleep."

Macbeth shall never vanquished be.

Macbeth! Macbeth!

Macbeth. Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor.

Macbeth. Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis.

Macduff has fled to England.

Macduff is fled to England.

Macduff is fled.

Macduff was from his mother's womb untimely ripped.

Make all our trumpets speak.

Make our women fight to doff their dire distresses.

Make thick my blood. Stop up the access and passage to remorse...

Making the green one red.

Malcolm and Donalbain! Banquo! Awake!

Malcolm, the King's son, is stolen away and fled,

Malcolm!

Malcolm!

Man must not walk too late.

May it please Your Highness, sit.

May you see things well done there. Adieu.

Mean you His Majesty?

Merciful heaven.

Merciful powers,

Merciful powers, restrain the thoughts that nature gives way to in repose.

Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more.

Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses.

Mine eyes are made the fools of the other senses...

More is thy due than more than all can pay.

More needs she the divine than the physician.

Most royal sir, Fleance is escaped.

Most royal sir, Fleance is scaped.

Most sacrilegious murder hath broke open

Mouth honour...

Move only in command.

Murder and treason!

Murder hath broke open the Lord's anointed temple.

Murder!

Murder!

Murder!

Murder!

Murder!

Murder!

Must embrace the fate of that dark hour.

My children too?

My children too?

My dearest love,

My ever gentle cousin.

My ever gentle cousin.

My fell of hair...

My hands are of your colour,

My hands are of your colour...

My husband?

My Lord, his throat is cut.

My Lord, I will not.

My noble partner you greet with present grace

My partner you greet with grace and great prediction...

My plenteous joys,

My plenteous...

My pretty cousin, blessing upon you.

My royal Lord, you do not give the cheer.

My senses would have cooled to hear a night shriek

My soul is too much charged with blood of thine already.

My soul...

My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical...

My voice is in my sword.

My voice is in my sword.

My way of life is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf.

My way of life is fallen into the sere,

My worthy Cawdor.

My worthy Lord, your noble friends do lack you.

Nature seems dead

Nature's second course, chief nourisher in life's feast.

Ne'er put your hat upon your brows.

Near Birnam Wood shall we meet them. That way are they coming.

Neither to you, nor anyone, having no witness to confirm my speech.

Never shall sun that morrow see.

New sorrows strike heaven on the face...

No boasting like a fool.

No boasting like a fool.

No more o' that, my Lord.

No more o' that.

No more of that, my lord. You mar all with this starting.

No more than to be Cawdor.

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

No more.

No son of mine succeeding.

No teeth for the present.

No,

No, indeed, my Lord.

No, my Lord.

No, please, my babies!

No, this my hand will rather...

No, though thou callst thyself a hotter name than any in hell! My name's Macbeth!

No!

No!

Noble Banquo, that has no less deserved...

None of woman born shall harm Macbeth.

Nor bade farewell to him

Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark

Norway, in terrible numbers...

Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, slivered in the moon's eclipse.

Not bear the knife myself.

Not confessing his cruel parricide,

Not for their own demerits, but for mine, fell slaughter on their souls.

Not loud,

Not so happy yet much happier.

Not so happy, yet much happier.

Not so sick, as she's troubled with fancies that keep her from her sleep.

Not steel, nor poison...

Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.

Now good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both!

Now I see 'tis true.

Now is the time of help.

Now o'er the one half world nature seems dead...

Now, good digestion wait on appetite

Now, if you have a station in the file...

Now, o'er the one half world,

O never shall sun that morrow see!

O proper stuff!

O worthiest cousin.

O, proper stuff!

O, yet I do repent me of my fury that I did kill them.

Obedience,

Of all men else I have avoided thee.

Of all men else, I have avoided thee.

Often, to win us to our harm, instruments of darkness tell truths.

Oh, I will do so.

Oh...

On him I built an absolute trust.

One that goes the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire?

One.

Only for them.

Only I have left to say, more is thy due than more than all can pay.

Or are you aught that man may question?

Or art thou but a dagger of the mind?

Or art thou but a dagger of the mind...

Or dis seat me now.

Or else worth all the rest. I see thee still.

Or have we eaten of the insane root that takes reason prisoner?

Or have we eaten on the insane root that takes the reason prisoner?

Or why upon this heath you stop our way with such prophetic greeting?

Our castle's strength will laugh a siege to scorn.

Our castle's strength will laugh a siege to scorn.

Our country sinks beneath the yoke. It weeps, it bleeds.

Our duties and the pledge.

Our fears in Banquo stick deep. In his royalty of nature...

Our hostess keeps her state

Our hostess keeps her state.

Our lack is nothing but our leave.

Our power is ready.

Our power is ready. Macbeth is ripe for shaking.

Our royal master, he's murdered.

Our separated fortune shall keep us both the safer.

Ourself will mingle with society and play the humble host.

Out, brief candle.

Out, damned spot!

Out, damned spot.

Out, I say!

Out, I say!

Out, out, brief candle.

Out.

Painted upon a pole,

Peace! It was the owl that shrieked...

Peace.

Please it Your Highness to grace us with your royal company?

Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow?

Pray you, keep seat.

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.

Prithee, peace.

Prithee, peace. Wouldst thou live a coward, letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would"?

Prithee, see there! Behold! Look! How say you?

Prithee, see there.

Promised no less to them?

Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends,

Pull it off, I say.

Put on your nightgown.

Put rancours in the vessel of my peace

Question enrages him. At once, good night.

Quite unmanned in folly.

Raze out the written troubles of the brain?

Renown and grace is dead.

Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature gives way to in repose.

Retire we to our chamber.

Ride you this afternoon?

Ring the alarum bell!

Ring the alarum bell.

Ring the alarum bells!

Ring the alarum bells.

Ring the bell!

Safe in a ditch he bides, with 20 trenched gashes on his head.

Saw you the Weird Sisters?

Say from whence you owe this intelligence.

Say from whence you owe this strange intelligence

Say if thou'dst hear it from our mouths, or from our masters.

Say to the king thy knowledge of the broil as thou left it.

Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day

See, and then speak yourselves.

Seek to hide themselves in drops of sorrow.

Sensible to feeling as to sight?

Seyton, I say!

Seyton!

Seyton! Take thy face hence.

Seyton.

Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, and look on death itself!

Shake off your downy sleep, man.

Shall come against him.

She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that.

She should have died hereafter.

She should have died hereafter.

She'll close and be herself

Shift away.

Showed like a rebel's whore.

Signifying nothing.

Sinful Macduff, they were struck for thee.

Sinful Macduff!

Sit down. At first and last, the hearty welcome.

Sit, friends. My lord is often thus and hath been from his youth.

Sit, worthy friends.

Skirr the country round.

Sleek o'er your rugged looks.

Sleek o'er your rugged looks.

Sleep.

So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo.

So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo.

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

So great a day as this is cheaply bought.

So humbly take my leave.

So I lose none in seeking to augment it. I shall be counselled.

So shall I, love.

So should Fleance.

So well thy words become thee as thy wounds. They smack of honour.

So withered and wild in their attire...

Soldiers, sir.

Some holy angel fly to England...

Some say he's mad. Others, that lesser hate him, call it valiant fury.

Some say the earth was feverous.

Sons,

Sons, kinsmen, thanes, and you whose places are the nearest...

Speak yourselves.

Speak, I charge you.

Speak, I charge you.

Speak, if you can. What are you?

Speak, if you can. What are you?

Stand not upon the order of your going but go at once.

Stand not upon the order of your going, but go at once.

Stands Scotland where it did?

Stars, hide your fires.

Stay within call.

Stay, you imperfect speakers! Tell me more.

Stay, you imperfect speakers. Tell me more.

Steeped in the colours of their trade.

Still it cried to all the house, "Glamis hath murdered sleep...

Stones have been known to move and trees to speak.

Strange screams of death.

Strange things I have in head that will to hand...

Strong both against the deed.

Such a one am I to fear, or none.

Such I account thy love.

Sweet bodements, good!

Sweet remembrancer!

Sweltered venom sleeping got, boil thou first in the charmed pot.

Take any shape but that, and my nerves shall never tremble.

Take my sword.

Take my sword.

Take thee that too.

Take thee that too.

Than pity for mischance.

Thanes,

Thanks for that.

Thanks for your pains.

Thanks to Your Majesty.

Thanks, sir. The like to you.

That but this blow might be the be all and end all here.

That but this blow might be the be all and the end all here.

That he seems rapt withal.

That his virtues would plead like angels,

That is a step on which I must fall down, or else o'erleap.

That keep the word of promise to our ear and break it to our hope.

That made you break this enterprise to me?

That memory, the warder of the brain, shall be a fume

That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

That trusted home might yet enkindle you unto the crown

That we but teach bloody instructions which return to plague the inventor.

That were the slaves of drink?

That which I will not report after her. You may to a doctor. 'Tis most meet you should.

That will never be! Who can recruit the forest?

That would be howled in the desert air

That, trusted home, might yet enkindle you unto the crown...

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

The attempt and not the deed confounds us.

The castle of Macduff I will surprise, seize upon Fife,

The castle of Macduff I will surprise. Seize upon Fife.

The cry is still, "They come!"

The cry is still, "They come!"

The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, balm of hurt minds.

The devil could not pronounce a title more hateful.

The devil damn thee black, thou cream faced loon.

The devil damn thee black, thou loon! Where gotst thou that goose look?

The earth hath bubbles as the water has, and these are of them.

The English force, so please you.

The English force, so please you.

The English power is near, led by Malcolm, Seyward and Macduff.

The fit is momentary.

The flighty purpose never is overtook unless the deed go with it.

The fountain of your blood is stopped.

The gracious Duncan have I murdered,

The greatest is behind.

The handle toward my hand.

The head,

The ingredience of our poisoned chalice to our own lips.

The innocent sleep, sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care.

The instruments of darkness tell us truths,

The king hath happily received the news of thy success.

The King hath happily received, Macbeth,

The liars are fools, for there are enough of them to hang the honest men.

The life?

The Lord's anointed temple

The man would die

The merciless Macdonwald led his rebellion from the Western Isles.

The moon is down. I have not heard the clock.

The news of thy success.

The night has been unruly.

The night has been unruly. Our chimneys were blown down.

The old man to have had so much blood in him?

The Prince of Cumberland!

The queen, my lord, is dead.

The Queen, my Lord, is dead.

The raven croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan under my battlements.

The seed of Banquo kings!

The service and the loyalty I owe in doing it pays itself.

The service and the loyalty I owe pays itself.

The spirits that know all mortal consequence

The spirits that know all mortal consequences pronounced me thus:

The spring,

The Thane of Cawdor lives.

The Thane of Cawdor lives.

The Thane of Cawdor.

The Thane of Fife had a wife.

The Thane of Fife had a wife.

The thanes fly from me.

The time has been

The time has been that, when the brains were out,

The time has been, my senses would have cooled to hear a night shriek.

The time is free.

The two delinquents tear

The valiant Banquo walked too late.

The very firstlings of my heart shall be the firstlings of my hand.

The very source of it is stopped.

The wine of life is drawn

The worm that's fled hath nature that in time will venom breed.

The wren, the most diminutive bird, will fight...

The yellow leaf.

Their candles are all out.

Their hands were all badged with blood.

Then 'tis most like the sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.

Then 'twere well it were done quickly.

Then as his host...

Then be thou jocund.

Then comes my fit again.

Then comes my fit again.

Then fly, false thanes,

Then fly, false thanes...

Then live Macduff. What need I fear of thee?

Then live, Macduff. What need I fear of thee?

Then yield thee, coward,

Then, as his host, who should against his murderer shut the door,

Then, prophet like they hailed him...

Then, prophet like, they hailed him father to a line of kings.

Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand,

Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand, no son of mine succeeding.

There if I grow, the harvest is your own.

There is 10,000...

There is none but he whose being do I fear.

There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here.

There is nothing serious in mortality.

There the grown serpent lies.

There the murderers,

There the murderers, steeped in the colours of their trade.

There to meet with Macbeth.

There would have been a time for such a word.

There would have been a time for such a word.

There's blood upon thy face.

There's blood upon thy face.

There's comfort yet. They are assailable.

There's husbandry in heaven.

There's knocking at the gate.

There's no art to find a mind's construction in the face.

There's no such thing.

There's no such thing.

There's not a one of them, but in his house I keep a servant paid.

There's nothing serious in mortality.

There's ten thousand.

Thereby they shadow the number of their host...

Therefore to horse.

Therein the patient must minister to himself.

These deeds must not be thought after these ways so...

They have tied me to the stake.

They must lie there.

They must lie there.

They placed a fruitless crown

They say blood will have blood.

They should find what it were to kill a father.

They were all badged with blood. So were their daggers.

They were suborned. Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's sons, are fled...

Thick as hail came post with post, and everyone did bear thy praises.

Things at their worst will cease...

Things bad begun make themselves strong by ill.

Things without all remedy should be without regard.

Things without all remedy should be without regard. What's done is done.

Think of this, good peers...

This castle hath a pleasant seat.

This deed I'll do before the purpose cool.

This deed I'll do before this purpose cool.

This even handed justice commends

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

This have I thought good to deliver thee...

This is a sorry sight. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.

This is more strange than such a murder is.

This is the air drawn dagger which you said led you to Duncan.

This is the air drawn dagger you said led you to Duncan. Shame itself!

This is the door.

This is the very painting of your fear.

This is the very painting of your fear.

This murderous shaft that's shot hath not yet lighted.

This my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine,

This place is too cold for hell.

This push will chair me ever

This supernatural soliciting cannot be ill,

This supernatural soliciting cannot be ill...

This tyrant,

Thither Macduff is gone to pray the holy king upon his aid...

Those he commands

Those he commands move in command. Nothing in love.

Those linen cheeks of thine are counsellors to fear.

Those of his chamber,

Those of his chambers, it seemed, had done it.

Those that gave Cawdor to me, promised no less to them.

Those that Macbeth hath slain.

Thou art the best of the cutthroats. Yet he's good that did the like for Fleance.

Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo. Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs.

Thou bloodier villain than terms can give thee out!

Thou canst not say that I did it.

Thou hast harped my fear aright.

Thou hast it now.

Thou hast no speculation in those eyes which thou dost glare with.

Thou hast no speculation in those eyes, which thou dost glare with.

Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives?

Thou knowst that Banquo and his Fleance live.

Thou lily livered boy.

Thou lily livered boy. What soldiers, patch?

Thou losest labour.

Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going.

Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going

Thou marvell'st at my words.

Thou shalt beget kings, though thou be none.

Thou shalt get kings though thou be none.

Thou shalt not live!

Thou sure and firm set earth...

Thou werest born of woman.

Thou wouldst be great.

Thou wouldst be great...

Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane

Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane...

Though I could with barefaced power sweep him from my sight...

Throw physic to the dogs.

Thus with his stealthy pace, with Tarquin's ravishing strides...

Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold.

Thy letter transported me beyond this present...

Thy letters have transported me beyond this ignorant present

Thy story, quickly! I should report that which I saw, but know not how.

Thy story, quickly.

Till Birnam Wood remove to Dunsinane

Till Birnam Wood remove to Dunsinane I cannot taint with fear.

Till famine and the ague eat them up.

Till he unseamed him from the nave to the chops

Till thou applaud the deed.

Time has been that when the brains were out, a man would die...

Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits.

To be more than what you were, you would be so much more the man.

To be thus is nothing, but to be safely thus.

To bed, to bed.

To bed, to bed.

To bed.

To bed.

To bed.

To bed.

To bed.

To bed.

To bed.

To bed.

To beguile the time, look like the time.

To betray's in deepest consequence.

To catch the nearest way.

To cry, "Hold, hold!"

To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet

To know my deed

To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself.

To leave his wife and his babes in a place from whence himself does fly?

To leave no rubs nor botches in the work,

To make them kings,

To make them kings. The seeds of Banquo kings.

To me you speak not.

To seem thus washing her hands.

To the last syllable of recorded time.

To the selfsame tune and words.

To the selfsame tune and words.

Toad that under cold stone, days and nights has 31.

Tomorrow,

Tomorrow, as he purposes.

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

Tonight we hold a solemn supper, sir,

Too cruel anywhere.

Treachery!

Treason has done his worst.

Treason!

Treasons capital, confessed and proved, have overthrown him.

Treasons capital, confessed and proved, have overthrown him.

Troops of friends,

Turn, hell hound! Turn!

Turn, hellhound.

Turn.

Two.

Tyrant, show thy face!

Tyrant, show thy face!

Unsex me here

Until Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill

Until Great Birnam Wood...

Up!

Up!

Up! Up! And see the great doom's image.

Upon a thought he will again be well.

Upon my head

Upon my head, they placed a fruitless crown...

Upon the battlefield, there to meet with Macbeth.

Upon the heath.

Upon this chance did the Norwegian king...

Valiant cousin!

Valiant Macbeth.

Victory fell on us.

Wake Duncan with thy knocking!

Wanton in fulness,

Was he not born of woman?

Was it so late ere you went to bed, that you lie so late?

Was once thought honest.

Was the hope drunk wherein you dressed yourself?

Was the hope drunk, wherein you dressed yourself?

Was this not nobly done?

Wash your hands, put on your nightgown.

Wash your hands.

We are coming thither.

We are men, my liege.

We are sent to give thee from our royal master thanks, not pay thee.

We are yet but young in deed.

We fail.

We fail.

We have scorched the snake, not killed it.

We have scorched the snake, not killed it.

We hear our bloody cousin is bestowed in England,

We hear our bloody cousins are in England and Ireland...

We love him highly and shall continue our graces towards him.

We love him highly and shall continue our graces towards him.

We should have else desired your good advice in this day's council,

We were carousing till the second cock...

We will proceed no further in this business.

We will proceed no further in this business.

We will speak further.

We will speak further.

We'd jump the life to come.

We'll drink a measure the table round.

We'll keep ourself till suppertime alone. Till then, God be with you.

Welcome hither.

Welcome. I have begun to plant thee and will labour to make thee grow.

Well he deserves that name

Well then now, have you considered of my speeches?

Well, I will thither.

Well, stand with us. The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day.

Well, well!

Well? Say, sir.

Were I from Dunsinane away and clear...

Were such things here as we do speak about?

Were such things here as we do speak about?

Were the graced person of our Banquo present,

Were they not stuffed with those that should be ours...

What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged.

What are these?

What are these?

What beast was it then, that made you break this enterprise to me?

What cannot you and I perform upon the unguarded Duncan?

What hands are here?

What hands are here? They pluck out mine eyes!

What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.

What is that noise?

What is that noise?

What is the night?

What is the night?

What is't that moves Your Highness?

What man dare, I dare.

What man, hm?

What man?

What need we fear who knows it

What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?

What news?

What not put upon his spongy officers

What rhubarb, cyme or what purgative drug

What rhubarb, senna or what purgative drug...

What sights, my lord?

What soldiers, patch?

What soldiers, whey face?

What thou wouldst highly, thou wouldst holily.

What will you do?

What, in our house?

What, man!

What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's abed.

What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?

What, will these hands ne'er be clean?

What?

What?

What?

What's done cannot be undone.

What's done cannot be undone.

What's done cannot be undone.

What's done is done.

What's he that was not born of woman?

What's our newest grief?

What's the boy Malcolm?

What's the boy, Malcolm? Was he not born of woman?

What's the business, that a hideous trumpet calls...

What's the business?

What's to be done?

What's to be done?

When Duncan is asleep

When first they put the name of king upon me

When in swinish sleep their drenched natures lie as in a death

When in swinish sleep their drenched natures lie as in a death...

When none can call our power to account?

When now I think you can behold such sights

When now I think you can behold such sights...

When shall we three meet again?

When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning or in rain?

When the battle's lost and won.

When the hurly burly's done.

When the hurlyburly's done. When the battle's lost and won.

When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me

When you durst do it, then you were a man.

When you durst do it, then you were a man.

Whence cam'st thou, noble Prince?

Whence is that knocking?

Where are they?

Where got'st thou that goose look?

Where hearing should not latch them.

Where is she now?

Where is she now?

Where lives the son of Duncan.

Where Norwegian banners flout the sky and fan our people cold,

Where the place?

Where we are, there's daggers in men's smiles.

Where we lay, our temples were blown down

Where's your husband?

Wherefore did you so?

Wherefore did you so?

Wherefore was that cry?

Which must not yield to one of woman born.

Which ne'er shook hands

Which o'erleaps itself and falls on the other.

Which puts upon him suspicion of the deed.

Which shall, to all our nights and days to come,

Which smoked with bloody execution,

Which the poor heart would fain deny and dare not.

While I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came...

Whiles I see lives, the gashes do better upon them.

Whiles I threat, he lives.

Whilst our poor malice remains in danger of her former tooth.

Whither are they vanished?

Whither are they vanished?

Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious...

Who comes here?

Who could refrain that had a heart to love

Who could refrain, that had a heart to love?

Who dares do more is none.

Who may I rather challenge for unkindness

Who shall bear the guilt of our great quell?

Who was it that thus cried?

Who was the thane lives yet, but that life he deserves to lose.

Who's there, in the name of Beelzebub?

Who's there?

Whole as the marble, founded as the rock,

Whom we name hereafter the Prince of Cumberland.

Whom we name hereafter the Prince of Cumberland.

Whom, you may say, Fleance killed, for Fleance fled.

Whose absence is no less material to me than is his father's,

Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair

Whose sole name blisters our tongues,

Why are you silent?

Why did you bring these daggers from the place?

Why did you bring these daggers from the place?

Why do you dress me in borrowed robes?

Why do you keep alone...

Why do you make such faces?

Why do you make such faces? When all's done, you look but on a stool.

Why do you start and seem to fear things that do sound so fair?

Why should I play the Roman fool and die on mine own sword...

Why then 'tis time to do it.

Why, by the verities on thee made good, may they not be my oracles as well

Why, chance may crown me without my stir.

Why, I can buy me 20 at any market.

Wife, children, servants,

Wife, children, servants. All that could be found.

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?

Will great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?

Will these hands ne'er be clean?

Win us with honest trifles

Win us with honest trifles, to betray us in deepest consequence.

Witchcraft celebrates

With a most indissoluble tie, forever knit.

With my sword I'll prove the lie thou speakst.

With the heaviest sound that ever yet they heard.

Within a mile may you see it coming. A moving grove.

Within my sword's length set him.

Within this hour, at most,

Woe, alas!

Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.

Worthiest cousin! The sin of my ingratitude was heavy on me.

Worthy gentleman.

Worthy Macbeth. We stay upon your leisure.

Worthy Macduff, you, with young Seyward, lead our first assault.

Would create soldiers,

Would I could answer this comfort with the like.

Would scour these English hence?

Would they had stayed.

Would, at a dismal treatise, rouse and stir

Wouldst not play false, yet wouldst wrongly win.

Wouldst thou have that which thou esteem'st the ornament of life

Yes. As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.

Yet here's a spot.

Yet here's a spot.

Yet I do fear thy nature.

Yet I do fear thy nature.

Yet I must not, for certain friends...

Yet I will try the last.

Yet it was said it should not stand in thy posterity.

Yet my heart throbs to know one thing:

Yet who would have thought

Yet who'd have thought the old man to have so much blood in him?

Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve...

You bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself,

You know not if it was wisdom or fear.

You know your own degrees.

You know your own degrees. Sit down. At first and last, a hearty welcome.

You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

You lack the season of all natures.

You make me strange,

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

You mar all with this starting.

You murthering ministers,

You must have patience.

You must leave this.

You shall be king.

You shall be king. And Thane of Cawdor. Went it not so?

You shall put this night's business into my dispatch.

You spirits that tend on mortal thoughts,

You stop our way with such prophetic greeting.

You would be so much more the man.

You've displaced the mirth, broke the meeting with most admired disorder.

Young fry of treachery!

Your castle is surprised,

Your castle is surprised, your wife and babes slaughtered.

Your children shall be kings.

Your children shall be kings.

Your eye in Scotland

Your eye in Scotland will create soldiers, make our women fight.

Your face is as a book where men may read strange matters.

Your Majesty.

Your part is to receive our duties.

Your royal father's murdered.

Your royal preparation makes us hear something.

Your servant ever.

Your wife and babes savagely slaughtered.

'Tis Banquo's then. Is he despatched?

'Tis not needed yet. I'll put it on.

'Twas a rough night. Oh, horror!

All is the fear, nothing is the love. Dear coz, pray, school yourself.

And I must be from thence. My wife? I have said.

And my children? Well too.

And when goes hence? Tomorrow, as he purposes.

Answer me to what I ask you. Speak!

Attend those men our leisure? They do. Bring them before us.

Ay, my lord. So is he mine!

Ay. Hark!

Beware Macduff. Beware Macduff.

Beware the Thane of Fife. Beware Macduff.

Beware the Thane of Fife. Beware Macduff.

But Banquo's safe? Ay, my good lord.

But one word more... He will not be commanded.

But, brave Macbeth... He deserves that name.

Carved out a passage till he faced the slave.

Demand. We'll answer.

Did not you speak? Now. As I descended?

Drink gave thee the lie last night. That it did.

Fail not our feast. My lord, I will not.

Fled to England? Ay, my good Lord.

Fled to England? Ay, my good lord.

Geese? Villain? Soldiers, sir.

Give me my armour. 'Tis not needed yet.

God help thee, poor monkey. Lf he were dead, you'd weep for him.

God save the king. What news, worthy thane?

Goes Fleance with you? Ay, my lord.

Goes the King hence today? He does; he did appoint so.

Goes the king hence today? He does. He did appoint so.

Good night. Good night, good doctor.

Had he Duncan's sons under his key... As, an't please heaven, he shall not.

Her eyes are open. Ay, but their sense is shut.

How does my wife? Well.

How goes the world, Macduff? Why? See you not?

How wilt thou do for a father? How will you do for a husband?

I'll to England. To Ireland, I.

Is the king stirring, worthy thane? Not yet.

Is thy master stirring? Good morrow.

Lf I stand here, I saw him. Fie, for shame!

Macbeth shall never vanquished be. Never, never.

Murdered? Murdered!

My lord, you do not give the cheer. Sweet remembrancer.

Never shake thy gory locks at me. His Highness is not well.

No, nor more fearful. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant!

Resolve yourselves apart. We are resolved, my lord.

Ride you this afternoon? Ay, my lord.

Seyton! What's your gracious pleasure?

Shall Banquo's issue ever reign? Seek to know no more.

She goes down at 12. I take it 'tis later, sir.

So do I. So all.

So humbly take my leave. My worthy Cawdor.

Stands Scotland where it did? Alas, poor country.

Tell me, unknown power... He knows thy thought. Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth.

That would be ere the set of sun. Where?

The King, is he stirring? Not yet.

The table's full. Here is a place reserved, sir.

The tyrant has not battered at them? No. They were well at peace.

Those that Macbeth hath slain. What good could they expect?

Thou liest, thou shag eared villain! What, you egg?

To you they have showed some truth. I think not of them.

Was it not yesterday we spoke? It was, Your Highness.

Was my father a traitor? Ay, that he was.

We shall perform what you command. Your spirits shine through you.

What bloody man is that? Hail, friend!

What concern they? The main part pertains to you.

What does the tyrant? Dunsinane he strongly fortifies.

What is a traitor? Why, one that swears and lies.

What is amiss? You are, and do not know it.

What is it she does now? An accustomed action.

What is it you say? Mean you His Majesty?

What is thy name? Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.

What news more? All is confirmed which was reported.

What sights, my Lord? I pray you, speak not.

What three things? Nose painting, sleep and urine.

What wood is this before us? The wood of Birnam.

What's the newest grief? Each minute teems a new one.

Where does he bestow himself? In the English court.

Where? Here, my good lord.

Which of you have done this? What, my good Lord?

Which of you have done this? What, my lord? Thou canst not say I did it.

Who did bid thee join with us? Macbeth.

Who lies in the second chamber? Donalbain.

Who must hang them? The honest men.

Why have you left the chamber? Hath he asked for me?

Will you to Scone? No, cousin, I'll home to Fife.

.

... against the deep damnation of his taking off.

... all as the weird women promised.

... and all unfortunate souls that trace him in his line.

... and bade them speak to him.

... and catch, with his surcease, success.

... and nothing is but what is not.

... and put a barren sceptre in my grip.

... and set me up in hope?

... and withered murder, alarmed by his sentinel, the wolf...

... art not without ambition, but without the illness should attend it.

... breath which the poor heart would fain deny and dare not.

... cannot be good.

... creeps in this petty pace from day to day...

... father to a line of kings.

... for Banquo's sons have I defiled my mind.

... for fear the very stones prate of my whereabouts.

... for it hath cowed my better part of man.

... for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven...

... for thy undaunted mettle should compose nothing but males.

... hath been so clear in his great office...

... hear not my steps, which way they walk...

... horsed upon the sightless couriers of the air, shall blow...

... I must not look to have.

... knock at my ribs against the use of nature?

... may they not be my oracles as well...

... nor heaven peep through the dark to cry, "Hold!"

... not loud, but deep.

... obedience, troops of friends...

... or to hell.

... shakes so my single state of man...

... stands not within the prospect of belief.

... strong both against the deed.

... that function is smothered in surmise...

... that his virtues will plead like angels, trumpet tongued...

... that my keen knife see not the wound it makes...

... that no compunctious visitings of nature shake my purpose.

... that we but teach bloody instructions...

... the fatal bellman, which gives the sternest good night.

... the handle toward my hand?

... the horrid deed in every eye, that tears shall drown the wind.

... to the last syllable of recorded time.

... towards his design moves like a ghost.

... we'd jump the life to come.

... which, being taught, return to plague the inventor.

... whose horrid image doth unfix my hair and make my seated heart...

... whose howl's his watch.

...a false creation, proceeding from the heat oppressed brain?

...and best knows the fits of the season.

...and bid my will avouch it.

...and Cawdor shall sleep no more. Macbeth shall sleep no more!"

...and drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things.

...and I feel the future in the instant. My dearest love...

...and keep the natural ruby of your cheeks...

...and make discovery err in report of them.

...and mingle with the English epicures!

...and points at them for his!

...and referred me to the coming on of time with:

...and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak to me...

...and sent great largess to your offices.

...and shalt be what thou art promised.

...and sleep in the affliction of the terrible dreams that shake us nightly.

...and then is heard no more.

...and there an end.

...and thou opposed being of no woman born...

...and to be baited with the rabble's curse!

...and to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss. Would he were here.

...and walk like spirits to countenance this horror.

...and what we have to do to the direction just.

...and yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp.

...assisted by this traitor, the Thane of Cawdor...

...began a dismal conflict till Bellona's bridegroom, Macbeth...

...besides the Thane of Cawdor.

...but as a thing of custom.

...but I scorn to wear a heart so white.

...by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me...

...cleanse the bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon the heart?

...confronts the king arm against arm, curbing his lavish spirit.

...Duncan comes here tonight.

...ere to black Hecate's summons...

...find her disease and purge it to a sound and pristine health.

...Fleance, his son that keeps him company...

...for it must seem their guilt.

...full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

...grapples you to the heart and love of us...

...he hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour to act in safety.

...he hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour.

...her young in the nest, against the owl.

...honour,

...ignorant of what greatness is promised thee.

...in form as palpable as this which now I draw.

...is too much charged with blood of thine already.

...it makes you stand to and not stand to.

...it takes you off, it persuades you, it disheartens you...

...it will make us mad.

...know we will establish our estate...

...l'll gild the faces of the grooms withal...

...let me clutch thee.

...let me enfold thee and hold thee to my heart.

...like a giant's robe upon a dwarfish thief.

...loyal and neutral in a moment? No man!

...Macduff was from his mother's womb untimely ripped.

...making the green one red.

...malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.

...masking the business from the common eye for sundry weighty reasons.

...missives from the king, who all hailed me, Thane of Cawdor...

...must embrace the fate of that dark hour.

...my dearest partner of greatness...

...my wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.

...not confessing their cruel parricide.

...not in the worst rank of manhood, say it.

...of sorriest fancies your companions making?

...or else climb upward to what they were before.

...or else worth all the rest.

...profit again should hardly draw me here.

...returning were as tedious as go o'er.

...scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day.

...sensible to feeling as to sight?

...sleep to our nights, our feasts free from bloody knives.

...than on the torture of the mind to lie in restless ecstasy.

...Thane of Cawdor.

...that a swift blessing may soon return to this, our suffering country.

...that are both his and mine, whose loves I may not drop.

...that darkness does the face of earth entomb... ...when living light should kiss it?

...that great bond which keeps me pale.

...that he seems rapt withal.

...that I am reckless what I do to spite the world.

...that it resounds as if it felt with Scotland.

...that look not like inhabitants of the Earth.

...that memory, the warder of the brain, shall be a fume.

...that thou might not be ignorant of what greatness is promised thee.

...that thou mightst not be...

...that were most precious to me.

...the multitudinous seas incarnadine...

...the shard borne beetle with his drowsy hums... ...hath rung night's yawning peal...

...there shall be done a deed of dreadful note.

...they have more in them than mortal knowledge.

...till Birnam Forest come to Dunsinane.

...till famine cling thee.

...till he unseamed him from the nave to the chops.

...to cure this deadly grief.

...to high Dunsinane Hill shall come against him.

...to kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet...

...to parley the sleepers of the house? Speak!

...to question this most bloody piece of work.

...to the which my duties are with a most indissoluble tie forever knit.

...to wake Northumberland and warlike Seyward.

...upon our eldest, Malcolm.

...water rugs and demi wolves are clept, all by the name of dogs.

...we might have met them dareful, and beat them backward.

...we would spend it in words upon that business if you'd grant the time.

...what cannot you and I perform upon the unguarded Duncan?

...when mine is blanched with fear.

...which in his death were perfect.

...which must be acted, ere they may be scanned.

...which must not yield to one of woman born!

...which o'erleaps itself and falls on the other side.

...which puts upon them suspicion of the deed.

...which was not so before.

...which would be worn in their newest gloss, not cast aside so soon.

...which you thought had been our innocent self. You made this known to us.

...while I see lives that gashes do better on them?

...while night's black agents to their prey do rouse.

...who neither beg nor fear your favours nor your hate.

...who should against his murderer shut the door, not bear the knife myself.

...who wear our health but sickly in his life...

...whose absence is no less material to me than is his father's...

...whose execution takes your enemy off...

...whose heavy hand has bowed you to the grave and beggared yours forever?

...with new supplies of men, begin a fresh assault.

...without our special wonder?

...would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir as life were in it.

...would scour these English hence? Hearst thou of them?

...yet I will try the last.

'all as the weird women promised.

'all hail.'

'And I fear thou playedst most foully for't.

'Banquo and Macbeth,

'but to be safely thus!

'But, bear like, I must fight the course.

'do call it valiant fury.'

'for in my way it lies.'

'For mine own good, all causes shall give way.

'For now I am bent to know by the worst means the worst.

'Glamis,

'Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies.

'Hail, king that shall be! '

'his secret murders sticking on his hands.'

'I am in blood stepped in so far that, should I wade no more,

'I cannot fly.

'I will to the Weird Sisters.

'King, Cawdor,

'More shall they speak.

'Nothing in love.

'Now does he feel

'of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied.'

'Others, lesser, that hate him

'Our fears in Banquo stick deep.'

'returning were as tedious as go o'er.

'Some say he's mad.

'Strange things I have in head that will to hand,

'Such a one am I to fear, or none.

'That is a step on which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,

'The merciless Macdonwald from the Western Isles

'The Prince of Cumberland.

'They have tied me to a stake.

'They pluck out mine eyes.'

'Thou hast it now.

'Tis Banquo's then.

'Tis most like the sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.

'Tis much he dares

'Tis no other.

'Tis two or three, my Lord, that bring you word.

'To be thus...is nothing,

'Twas a rough night.

'twere best not know myself.

'Twould have angered any heart alive to hear the men deny it.

'What's he that was not born of woman?

'which must be acted ere they may be scanned.'

'Who was't came by?'

'Why should I play the Roman fool and die on mine own sword?'

'Yet it was said it should not stand in thy posterity.'

"'Hail, king that shalt be."'

"and I have learned by the perfect'st report

"and referred me to the coming on of time with,

"Fear not, Macbeth.

"Fear not. No man that's born of woman shall e'er have power upon thee."

"Hail, king that shalt be.

"Here may you see the tyrant,

"Hold, enough!"

"Macbeth."

"No man that's born of woman shall e'er have power upon thee."

"Thane of Cawdor,

"they have more in them than mortal knowledge.

"they made themselves air into which they vanished.

"They met me in the day of success

"They met me in the day of success.

"When I burned in desire to question them further,

"Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it came missives from the King

"who all hailed me