1:09:01
There's comfort yet.
They are assailable.
1:09:08
Then be thou jocund.
1:09:13
Ere the bat hath flown
his cloistered flight...
1:09:16
...ere to black Hecate's summons...
1:09:18
...the shard-borne beetle
with his drowsy hums...
1:09:22
...hath rung night's yawning peal...
1:09:24
...there shall be done a deed
of dreadful note.
1:09:30
What's to be done?
1:09:36
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest
chuck, till thou applaud the deed.
1:09:47
Come, seeling night...
1:09:51
...scarf up the tender eye
of pitiful day.
1:09:55
And with thy bloody and invisible hand
cancel and tear to pieces...
1:10:00
...that great bond
which keeps me pale.
1:10:06
Light thickens, and the crow
makes wing to the rooky wood.
1:10:12
Good things of day begin
to droop and drowse...
1:10:17
...while night's black agents
to their prey do rouse.
1:10:36
- Who did bid thee join with us?
- Macbeth.
1:10:41
He needs not our mistrust
since he delivers our offices...
1:10:45
...and what we have to do
to the direction just.
1:10:49
Well, stand with us. The west yet
glimmers with some streaks of day.
1:10:54
And near approaches
the subject of our watch.