1:06:57
How now, my lord?
1:07:03
Why do you keep alone...
1:07:06
...of sorriest fancies
your companions making?
1:07:11
Things without all remedy should be
without regard. What's done is done.
1:07:18
We have scorched the snake,
not killed it.
1:07:24
But let the frame of things disjoint.
Ere we'll eat our meal in fear...
1:07:29
...and sleep in the affliction of the
terrible dreams that shake us nightly.
1:07:36
Better be with the dead...
1:07:39
...than on the torture of the mind
to lie in restless ecstasy.
1:07:45
Duncan is in his grave.
1:07:48
After life's fitful fever,
he sleeps well.
1:07:53
Treason has done his worst.
1:07:56
Not steel, nor poison...
1:07:59
...malice domestic, foreign levy,
nothing can touch him further.