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(radio buzzing)
(ominous music)
(demonic laughing)
(fire crackling)
- [Radio Man] We have an active shooter!
We have an active shooter!
- [Man] I got one down, gunshot wound to the leg.
(distant gunfire popping)
(police siren alarming) (faint police radio chatter)
- [Radio Man] We have multiple casualties!
We have gunmen at the medical check.
Multiple casualties!
(atmosphere rumbling) (ominous music)
(thunder rumbling) - Turning and turning
in the widening gyre. (police siren alarming)
The falcon cannot hear the falconer.
Things fall apart.
The center cannot hold. (thunder rumbling)
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed,
and everywhere
the ceremony of innocence is drowned.
The best lack all conviction,
while the worst
are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand.
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
(dramatic music)
(distant explosions rumbling)
(faint gunshots popping)
- Report.
(sword slicing)
- Say the knowledge.
(faint gunshots popping)
- The merciless Macdonwald.
The multiplying villainies of nature swarm upon him.
And fortune,
on his damned quarrel smiling
showed like a devil's whore.
But all's too weak
for brave Macbeth, (dramatic tempo music)
with his brandished steel,
which smoked with bloody execution.
He unseamed him from the nave to the chaps
and fixed his head upon our battlement.
(sinister music) (gunshots popping)
- Worthy. (sergeant coughing)
- A fresh assault!
(ominous music)
I bathe in reeking wounds.
(sergeant groaning)
My gashes cry for help.
- Get him surgeons.
- Aye.
(tires screeching)
(sinister music) (fire crackling)
(flies buzzing) (distant gunshots popping)
(gun cranking) (ominous music)
(woman chattering)
- When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning or in rain?
When the hurlyburly's done,
when the battle's lost and won,
that will be ere the set of sun, where?
Fair is foul and foul is fair,
hover through the fog and filthy air.
Where hast thou been, sister?
Killing swine.
And munched and munched and munched.
Like a rat without a tail, I'll do, I'll do, I'll do.
(women chanting)
A wind.
(eerie music)
(horn honking)
(car whooshing)
(gun cranking)
- Ross!
- A haste looks through his eyes.
It seems to speak things strange.
- God save the King.
- [Duncan] Whence camest thou?
- A dismal conflict.
The victory fell on us.
(Duncan sighing)
(Duncan laughing)
- Mmm.
No more the thane of Cawdor shall deceive.
Go pronounce his present death,
and... (ominous music)
with his title, greet Macbeth.
- I'll see it done.
- What he hath lost,
noble Macbeth hath won.
(ominous music)
Boom.
(unsettling music)
(witches chanting tune)
- [Banquo] The second coming.
Hardly are those words out
when a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Somewhere in sands of the desert
a shape with lion body and the head of a man,
a gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
(gunshot booming)
The darkness drops again, (gunshots popping)
but now I know
that 20 centuries of stony sleep
were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle.
(ominous music) (helicopter rumbling)
- So foul
and fair a day I have not seen.
(gentle music)
(distant gunfire popping)
- [Banquo] And what rough beast
its hour come round at last,
slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
♪ Fair is foul, and foul is fair ♪
♪ Hover through the fog and filthy air ♪
♪ Fair is foul, and foul is fair ♪
♪ Hover through the fog and filthy air ♪
(eerie music)
(thunder rumbling)
♪ Fair is foul and foul is fair ♪
(foreboding music)
♪ Fair is foul, and foul is fair ♪
- [Witch] All hail, Macbeth.
Hail to thee, thane of Glamis.
All hail, Macbeth.
Hail to thee, thane of Cawdor.
All hail, Macbeth.
Thou shalt be king hereafter!
(sinister music)
- To me you speak not.
If you can look into the seeds of time
and say which grains will grow and which will not,
speak then to me.
(ominous tempo music)
- [Witch] Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
Not so happy, yet much happier.
Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none.
So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
(thunder rumbling)
♪ Fair is foul and foul is fair ♪
♪ Hover through the fog and filthy air ♪
- All hail, Macbeth! - All hail, Macbeth!
♪ Fair is foul and foul is fair ♪
♪ Hover through the fog and filthy air ♪
(men laughing)
(ominous music)
- Who's there?
(thunder rumbling)
- We are sent to give thee from our royal master thanks.
- He bade me call thee thane of Cawdor.
Hail, most worthy thane.
For it is thine.
- What? (foreboding music)
What?
Can a devil speak true?
- The thane of Cawdor lives.
Why do you dress me in borrowed robes?
- He labored in his country's wrecks.
Treason's capital,
confessed and proved, have overthrown him.
- I thank you for your pains.
(eerie music)
(thunder rumbling)
(faint foreign language radio chattering)
(ominous tempo music)
(engine rumbling)
(Banquo laughing)
- Have we eaten on the insane root
that takes the reason prisoner?
- Your children shall be kings.
- You shall be king.
(unsettling music)
(pleasant chiming music)
(crowd cheering and applauding)
(thunder rumbling) (gentle piano music)
Duncan comes hither tonight.
(gentle piano music)
- And when goes hence?
- Tomorrow, as he purposes.
- O, never shall sun that morrow see.
Your face, my thane, is as a book
where men may read strange matters.
To beguile the time,
look like the time,
bear welcome in your eye,
your hand, your tongue,
look like the innocent flower,
but be the serpent under it.
(gentle piano music)
Yet I do fear thy nature.
It is too full the milk of human kindness
to catch the nearest way.
(dramatic piano music)
Thou wouldst be great.
Art not without ambition,
but without the illness should attend it.
Hie thee hither,
that I may pour my spirits in thine ear
and chastise with the valor of my tongue
all that impedes thee from the golden round.
The raven, himself,
is hoarse
that croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
under my battlements.
(gentle piano music)
Come,
you spirits.
Attend on mortal thoughts,
unsex me here,
and fill me from the crown to the toe
top-full of direst cruelty.
Make thick my blood.
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
that no compunctious visitings of nature
shake my fell purpose,
nor make peace between the effect and it.
Come to my woman's breasts and take my milk for gall,
you murdering ministers,
wherever in your sightless substances
you wait on nature's mischief.
Come, thick night, and pall thee
in the dunnest smoke of hell,
that my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
to cry "Hold, hold!" (thunder rumbling)
- If it were done when 'tis done,
then 'twere well it were done quickly.
If the...
assassination could trammel up the consequences,
and catch with his surcease success
that but this blow
might be the be-all
and the end-all here,
but here,
upon this bank and shoal of time,
we'll jump the life to come.
(Macbeth sighing)
But in these cases we still have judgment here,
that we but teach bloody instruction,
which being taught,
returns to plague the inventor.
Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm.
This even-handed justice
commends the ingredients
of our poisoned chalice to our own lips.
(thunder rumbling)
(ominous music)
(witch groaning)
- Is execution done on Cawdor?
- Nothing in his life became him
like the leaving it.
- There's no art to find
the mind's construction in the face.
He was a gentleman
on whom I built an absolute trust.
(ominous music) (bell ringing)
My worthy Cawdor.
(eerie music)
(unsettling music)
(dramatic music)
(thunder rumbling)
- He's here in double trust,
first, as I am his kinsman and his subject strong,
both against the deed, then,
as his host,
who should against his murderer shut the door,
not bear the knife myself.
(dramatic music)
Besides,
this Duncan hath borne his faculties so meek,
hath been so clear in his great office,
that his virtues will plead like angels,
trumpet-tongued,
against the deep damnation
of his taking-off.
And pity,
like a naked new-born babe,
striding the blast,
or heaven's cherubim,
(Lady Macbeth gasping)
horsed upon the sightless couriers of the air,
shall blow the horrid deed (Duncan gagging)
in every eye,
that tears
shall drown the wind.
(dramatic music)
- This castle hath a pleasant seat.
The air...
freely and nimbly recommends itself to our gentle senses.
My fair and gentle hostess,
we are your guests tonight.
(ominous music)
(pleasant instrumental music) (camera snapping)
(people chattering)
(people applauding)
(lively instrumental music)
(camera snapping)
(pleasant instrumental music)
- Macbeth!
(witches faintly chattering)
(dramatic music)
(witch cackling)
Macbeth!
Macbe...
Sleep no more.
Macbeth has murdered sleep.
(Duncan laughing)
Macbeth has murdered sleep.
Macbeth shall sleep no more!
(people clapping)
Macbeth shall sleep no more.
(Duncan laughing)
Ah, ah, ah! (Duncan banging)
(Duncan yelling)
(Duncan laughing)
(Duncan yelling)
(woman screaming)
(Duncan groaning)
Oh, fuck.
(somber instrumental music)
(Duncan groaning)
(Duncan laughing) (camera snapping)
(gentle string music)
(camera snapping)
(foreboding music)
(crowd applauding)
- The king's a-bed.
He hath been in unusual pleasure.
This diamond he greets your wife withal
by the name of most kind hostess, and...
(ominous music)
- False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
(eerie music)
- I dreamt last night of the weird sisters.
To you, they have shown some truth.
- I think not of them.
(unsettling music)
(foreboding music)
How now?
What news?
- He has almost supped, why have you left the chamber?
- Hath he asked for me?
- Know you not he has?
- We will proceed
no further with this business.
(slap smacking)
- Was the hope drunk wherein you dressed yourself?
Hath it slept since?
And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
at what it did so freely?
From this time, such I account thy love.
Art thou afraid
to be the same in thine own act and valor
as thou art in desire?
Wouldst thou have that which thou esteems
to the ornament of life,
and live a coward in thine own esteem,
letting "I dare not'" wait upon "I would?"
- Prithee, peace!
I dare do all that may become a man
who dares do more is none! (Lady Macbeth chuckling)
- What beast was it, then,
that made you break this enterprise to me?
When you durst do it, then you were a man.
I have given suck,
and know how tender it is
to love the babe that milks me.
I would,
while it was smiling in my face,
have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums,
and dashed the brains out,
had I so sworn as you have done to this!
(ominous music)
(pleasant piano music)
- If we should fail?
- We fail.
But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
and we'll not fail.
When Duncan is asleep, (Macbeth shushing)
his two chamberlains,
will I with wine and wassail so convince
that memory, the warder of the brain, shall be a fume,
and when in swinish sleep
their drenched natures lie as in a death.
What cannot you and I perform against the unguarded Duncan?
(pleasant piano music)
(dramatic tempo music)
- Is this a dagger I see before me,
the handle towards my hand?
Come,
let me clutch thee.
I have thee not,
and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not,
fatal vision,
sensible to feeling as to sight or art thou but
a dagger of the mind,
a false creation,
proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Oh.
I...
see thee yet,
in form
as palpable
as this
which now I draw.
And on thy blade
and dudgeon
gouts of blood,
which was not so before.
(lively tempo music)
(Duncan groaning) (blood squelching)
(police siren alarming)
- My husband.
(police sirens alarming)
(Macbeth crying)
- I have done the deed.
Didst I hear a noise?
- I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.
Did not you speak?
- When? - Now.
- [Macbeth] As I descended?
- Aye.
(Macbeth gasping)
- This is a sorry sight.
- A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.
- There's one...
did laugh in his sleep, and one cried "murder"
that they did wake each other, I stood and heard them,
but they did say their prayers,
and addressed them again to sleep.
- There are two lodged together.
- One cried "God bless us" and the other, "Amen"
as they had seen me with these hangman's hands.
Listening their fear, I could not say "Amen,"
when they did say "God bless us!"
- Consider it not so deeply.
- But wherefore could not I pronounce "Amen?"
I had most need of blessing, and "Amen" stuck in my throat!
(Macbeth groaning)
- [Witch] Sleep no more.
- Sleep no more.
It's just murder.
Sleep no more. - Before I heard a voice cry,
"Sleep no more!
"Macbeth does murder sleep."
- Macbeth does murder sleep.
- The innocent sleep.
Sleep that knits up the raveled
sleeve of care.
The death of each day's life,
sore labor's bath balm of hurt minds,
(Macbeth chuckling)
great nature's second course,
chief nourisher in life's feast.
"Sleep no more,"
steady cries, "Macbeth hath murdered sleep!
"Sleep no more, Macbeth hath murdered sleep
"and therefore, Macbeth shall sleep
"no more!" - Why did you bring the dagger
from the place? (smack slapping)
It must lie there.
Give me the dagger.
(dramatic instrumental music)
(Macbeth moaning)
- Bring forth men-children only.
- The king was murdered.
Those of his chamber, as it seemed, had done it.
Their hands and faces were an badged with blood,
so were their daggers,
which unwiped we found upon their pillows.
- I do repent me of my fury,
I did kill him.
- Wherefore did you so?
- Here lay Duncan,
his silver skin laced with his golden blood.
There, the murderers,
who could refrain,
that had a heart to love?
- Let us meet to question this most bloody piece of work
to know it further.
The great hand of God stand I,
against the undivulged pretense
I fight of treasonous malice.
- Malcolm and Donalbain, his two sons,
are stolen away and fled,
which puts upon them suspicion of the deed.
- It seems most like the sovereignty will
- I am already named
and...
gone to Scone to be invested.
(ominous music)
Ride you this afternoon?
- [Banquo] Aye, my good lord.
- Is it far, your ride?
- [Banquo] As far, my lord, as will fill up the time
'twixt this and supper.
- Fail not our feast.
- [Banquo] My lord, I will not.
(ominous piano music)
(foreboding music)
- [Witch] I shall drain him dry as hay
and sleep shall neither night nor day.
Hang upon his pent-house lid,
he shall live a man forbid.
(dramatic tempo music)
Macbeth doth come.
♪ Macbeth ♪
♪ Doth come ♪
♪ Macbeth doth come ♪
(Duncan laughing)
- Oooooo.
Whence is that knocking?
How is it with me, that every noise appalls me?
What hands are these?
Ah!
They pluck out mine eyes!
(Duncan laughing)
Will all great Neptune's oceans wash clean these hands?
No!
This, my hand, will rather the multitudinous seas
in incarnadine,
making the green one red.
(dramatic tempo music)
Knock, knock.
- Who's there? - Who's there?
- In the name of Beelzebub.
- Here's a farmer...
that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty.
(Duncan laughing)
(Duncan coughing)
Knock, knock.
- Who's there? - Who's there?
- Here's an equivocator,
that could swear in both the scales
against either scale.
Who committed treason,
yet could not equivocate to heaven.
(Duncan laughing)
(Duncan gagging)
(ominous tempo music)
Knock,
knock.
- Who's there? - Who's there?
- Here's an English tailor.
- Snip, snip, snip, snip. - Snip, snip, snip, snip.
(Macbeth laughing)
- Here, you will roast your goose.
What are you?
But this place is too cold for hell.
(Macbeth screaming)
(gentle instrumental tempo music)
- To be thus...
is nothing.
But to be safely thus.
(dramatic string music)
Our fears
in Banquo
stick deep.
And in his royalty of nature
reigns that which would be feared.
'Tis much he dares.
(lively beat music)
There is none but he
whose being I do fear.
And, under him,
my Genius is rebuked, as, it is said,
Mark Antony's was
by Caesar.
(somber tempo music)
(tea trickling)
(ominous music)
He chid the sisters
when first they put the name of king upon me,
and bad him
(Macbeth smacking)
talk to them.
(Macbeth chuckling)
Then prophet-like, (witch chuckling)
they hailed him.
Father to a line of kings.
Hmm? (witch coughing)
And put a barren scepter in my grip,
thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand,
(witch gagging) Hmm?
- Mmm. - Hmm.
No son of mine succeeding...
(witch coughing)
If it be so,
for Banquo's son (witch coughing)
have I
filed my mind.
(witch gasping)
(Macbeth groaning)
For them,
the gracious Duncan
have I murdered
only for them
and mine eternal jewel
given
to the common enemy of man!
To make them kings!
The seed
of Banquo
kings!
(dramatic music)
Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
- It was, so please your highness.
- Well then,
now,
Have you considered of my speeches?
Know that it was he
in the times past which held you so under fortune,
which you thought had been our innocent self,
this I made good to you in our last conference,
"Thus did Banquo."
- You made it known to us.
- I did so, and went further,
which is now our point of second meeting.
Do you find your patience
so predominant in your nature that you can let this go?
- We are men, my liege.
(Macbeth laughing)
- Aye.
In the catalog ye go for men,
as hounds and greyhounds,
mongrels, spaniels,
curs, shoughs,
water-rugs, demi-wolves, are clept...
By the name of dogs,
I will put that business in your bosoms,
whose execution takes your enemy off,
grapples you to the heart and love...
of me.
(foreboding music)
- I am one, my liege.
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
have so incensed
that I am reckless what I do to spite the world.
- You know Banquo was your enemy.
So is he mine.
- We are resolved, my lord.
(ominous music)
- Your spirits shine through you.
Must be done tonight.
Fleance, his son,
must embrace the fate
of that dark hour.
(dramatic music)
- [Witch] Weary se'nnights,
nine times nine shall he dwindle, peak and pine!
Though his bark shall not be lost,
yet it shall be tempest-tost.
(eerie music)
Macbeth doth come.
(radio tuning)
("Deck the Halls" jazz music)
Macbeth doth come.
- How now, my lord?
Why do you sit alone?
(ominous music)
(woman singing tune)
Of sorriest fancies your companions making,
letting those thoughts which should indeed
have died with them they think on?
(radio buzzing)
What's done is done.
("Deck the Halls" jazz music)
(radio buzzing)
- Duncan is in his grave!
He sleeps well!
(eerie music)
- Macbeth doth come! ♪ The newborn king ♪
♪ Peace ♪
- Treason has done his worst!
Nor steel, nor poison,
malice domestic, foreign levy!
Nothing
can touch him further!
(melancholy music)
- Gentle my lord,
sleek o'er your rugged looks.
Be bright and jovial among your guests tonight.
(Macbeth laughing)
(woman singing tune)
- Thou knows that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.
- [Lady Macbeth] What's to be done?
(Lady Macbeth laughing)
- [Witch] Macbeth doth come.
(Macbeth laughing)
Macbeth doth come.
♪ Glory to the newborn king ♪ (Macbeth laughing)
- [Witch] Macbeth doth come!
(neck cracking)
(radio buzzing)
("Jingle Bells" jazz music)
(Macbeth groaning)
♪ Sleep no more ♪
♪ Macbeth does murder sleep ♪
♪ Sleep no more ♪
♪ Macbeth does murder sleep ♪
♪ Sleep no more ♪
♪ Macbeth does murder sleep ♪
♪ Sleep no more ♪ - Look what I have!
♪ Macbeth does murder sleep ♪
- [Witch] Macbeth doth come!
- [Macbeth] There's blood on your face.
- 'Tis Banquo's then.
- Is he dispatched?
- His throat is cut.
- That I did for him.
- Fleance?
- Fleance...
escaped.
(ominous music)
("Silent Night" instrumental music)
(thunder rumbling)
(distant police sirens)
(hitman shushing)
Bleed.
Bleed, poor country.
Great tyranny.
I think our country sinks beneath the yoke.
(hitman whispering)
- Sneakth on me?
- Tis time, tis time.
(Macbeth laughing)
- Each new day, a gash (hitman whispering)
opens up her wounds.
A deed without a name.
(eerie music) - Macbeth.
Macbeth.
(Macbeth gagging) (intense music)
- When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head,
or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country.
(Macbeth gasping) - O Scotland.
O Scotland.
(Macbeth grunting)
(intense music)
(hitman groaning)
(intense music)
Macbeth.
Be bloody, bold, and resolute.
Laugh to scorn the power of man,
for none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.
(hitman coughing)
- Yet my heart throbs to know one thing.
Tell me,
shall Banquo's issue ever reign in this kingdom?
Tell me!
(hitman laughing)
(hitman gagging)
- Seek to know no more.
- I shall be satisfied!
(hitman gasping)
(ominous music)
(glass shattering)
(pleasant pop music)
(women laughing)
(radio tune buzzing)
- [Banquo] Tomorrow
and tomorrow
and tomorrow.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
to the last syllable of recorded time.
(Banquo laughing) (radio buzzing)
(gentle piano music) - Sit, worthy friends.
My lord is often thus and hath been from his youth.
(eerie music)
The fit is momentary.
Upon a thought, he will again be well.
(sinister music)
Feed, and regard him not.
(demonic laughing) (radio buzzing)
(Macbeth screaming)
- [Banquo] And all our yesterdays
have lighted fools the way to dusty death.
Out,
out, brief candle. (people laughing)
Life is but a walking shadow,
a poor player
that struts and frets his hour upon the stage
and then is heard no more. (dramatic piano music)
It is a tale
told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury,
signifying
nothing.
- See?
There.
Behold!
- What, my good lord?
- Look!
Look!
I saw him!
(Macbeth laughing)
(gentle piano music)
When the brains were out,
the man would die,
and there an end but now...
oh, they rise again.
(Banquo laughing)
- Noble friends.
- I have a strange infirmity,
which is nothing to those that love me.
Come.
Love and health to all, fill full.
Fill full!
Drink!
Give me some wine!
Give me some wine?
Fill full.
I drink to the general.
Joy of the whole table,
and to our dear friend, Banquo.
(Macbeth laughing)
Whom we miss.
Would he were here!
(Macbeth laughing)
To all, and him, we thirst, and all to all.
(Macbeth laughing)
Let the earth hide thee!
(radio buzzing)
Thy bones are marrowless!
Thy blood is cold, thou hast no speculation
in those eyes which thou dost glare with!
(dramatic piano music)
What man dare, I dare...
Approach her like a rugged Russian bear,
the armed rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger, take any shape
but that, and my firm nerves
shall never tremble or be alive again!
And dare me to the desert with your sword!
(dramatic piano music)
- You have displaced the mirth,
broke the good meeting,
with most admired disorder.
Think of this, good friends,
as but a think of custom, 'tis no other.
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
- Can such things be,
and overcome us like a summer's cloud,
without our special wonder?
You make me strange
even to the disposition that I owe.
When now I think you can behold such sights
and keep the natural ruby of your cheeks.
(radio buzzing)
(man laughing) (gentle piano music)
When mine is blanched with fear.
(Banquo laughing)
- [Lady Macbeth] Speak not.
He grows worse and worse.
(men laughing)
At once,
good night.
Go, at once!
(gentle piano music)
- It will have blood, they say.
Blood will have blood.
(Macbeth laughing)
Stones have been known to move
and trees
to speak.
(engine rumbling)
(tires screeching)
(dramatic tempo music)
(gun cranking)
(gunshots booming)
(crowd applauding)
(dramatic tempo music)
(young man screaming)
- Help, help!
(young man screaming)
Was my father a traitor?
- Your father's dead.
(faint train honking)
And what will you do now?
How will you live?
(distant train whooshing)
- What is a traitor?
- Why?
One that swears and lies.
- And be all traitors that do so?
- Aye.
- He is dead.
- And must they all be hanged who swear and lie?
- All.
Everyone.
- Everyone.
(train rails clanking)
- [Young Man] Who must hang them?
- Why, the honest men.
(train rails screeching)
(gun cranking) (police siren alarming)
(train rails clanking)
- His flight was madness
when our actions do not, our fears do make us traitors.
(gun clicking)
(train rails clanking)
- Came they not by you?
(gun clicking)
(train rails screeching)
- To leave his wife,
to leave his babes, his mansion and his titles
in a place from whence himself does fly?
He loves us not.
(gun clicking)
For the poor wren, the most diminutive of birds will fight!
Her young ones in her nest, against the owl!
All is the fear and nothing is the love!
- What's the boy,
MacDuff?
Was he not born of woman?
(gun clicking)
(train rails screeching)
Where is your husband?
(train honking)
- I hope, in no place so unsanctified
where such as thou mayst find him.
(train horn blowing)
God help thee, poor monkey!
(train rumbling)
God help thee, poor monkey!
Murder!
(gunshot booming)
(train rails clanking)
(train horn blowing)
(gunshot booming)
(train rails screeching)
(Lady Macbeth screaming)
(unsettling music)
(melancholy piano music)
(water splashing)
(ominous tempo music)
(crowd cheering)
(lively tempo music)
(Duncan screaming)
(phone ringing)
(radio buzzing)
(radio tuning)
(phone ringing)
(radio tuning buzzing)
- Oh!
Oh!
- Bring me no more reports.
I cannot taint
with fear.
What's the boy, MacDuff,
was he not born of woman?
(Lady Macbeth screaming)
(Lady Macbeth crying)
What's the boy, MacDuff,
was he not born of woman?
- Look not so pale.
I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried,
he cannot come out on his grave.
- I cannot taint with fear.
The spirits that know...
all mortal...
consequences
have pronounced me thus...
Ha!
"Fear not, Macbeth.
"No man that's born of woman
"shall e'er have power over thee."
(ominous music)
- The thane of Fife had a wife.
Where is she now?
One,
two,
why then, 'tis time to do it.
(Macbeth chuckling)
To bed.
(Macbeth mumbling)
To bed!
Come.
Give me your hand.
(dramatic music)
(Lady Macbeth whimpering)
- What's done cannot be undone.
Give me my armor!
(Macbeth banging)
Give me my armor!
(ominous music)
- What's done cannot be undone.
What's done cannot be undone.
(ominous music)
(Lady Macbeth huffing)
(Lady Macbeth crying)
(dramatic music)
(gunshot booming)
(ominous music)
(pleasant piano music)
- Tomorrow
and tomorrow
creeps in this petty pace from day to day.
Till the last syllable of recorded time,
and all our yesterdays have lighted fools
the way to dusty death.
(ominous music)
(distant train rails clanking)
- How does my wife?
- Why, well.
- And all my children?
- Well too.
(distant train chugging)
- The tyrant has not battered at their peace?
- No, they were well at peace the last time I saw.
(young man screaming)
- [Young Man] Help!
Help!
(young man screaming)
Help!
- If it be mine,
keep it not from me.
Quickly, let me have it.
My castle is surprised,
my wife and babes savagely slaughtered.
What, my children too?
(train rails clanking)
Wife, children, servants, all!
All that could be found, my wife killed too!
(MacDuff screaming)
He has no children!
All!
Did you say, "All, all, my pretty ones."
Did you say all?
- Dispute it like a man. (train horn honking)
Get thee back.
My soul
is too much charged with blood of thine already.
I bear
a charmed life,
(Macbeth laughing)
which must not yield,
to one of woman born.
- MacDuff was from his mother's womb untimely ripped.
(trains rails clanking)
(train horn blowing)
(train rails screeching)
(gun clicking)
(lively tempo music)
(dramatic music)
- Out!
Out, brief candle!
Life is but a walking shadow,
a poor player that struts and frets
his hour upon the stage.
And then
is heard
no more.
(dramatic music)
It is
a tale
told
by an idiot,
full of sound
and fury,
signifying... (dramatic music)
nothing.
(car rumbling)
(dramatic tempo music)
(suspenseful tempo music)
(dramatic tempo music)