1:17:00
- Never shake thy gory locks at me.
- His Highness is not well.
1:17:05
Sit, friends. My lord is often thus
and hath been from his youth.
1:17:09
Keep seat. The fit is momentary.
Upon a thought he will again be well.
1:17:16
Are you a man?
1:17:18
Ay, a bold one that dare look
on that which might appal the devil.
1:17:22
O, proper stuff!
1:17:24
This is the very painting
of your fear.
1:17:27
This is the air-drawn dagger you said
led you to Duncan. Shame itself!
1:17:33
Why do you make such faces? When
all's done, you look but on a stool.
1:17:38
Prithee, see there!
Behold! Look! How say you?
1:17:41
Avaunt, and quit my sight! Thy bones
are marrowless, thy blood is cold.
1:17:46
Thou hast no speculation in those
eyes which thou dost glare with.
1:17:51
What man dare, I dare.
1:17:53
Take any shape but that,
and my nerves shall never tremble.
1:17:58
Hence, horrible shadow!
Unreal mockery, hence!
1:18:06
What?
1:18:08
Quite unmanned in folly.
1:18:24
- Lf I stand here, I saw him.
- Fie, for shame!
1:18:30
Blood hath been shed ere now,
in the olden time.
1:18:33
And since too, murders have been
performed too terrible for the ear.
1:18:38
Time has been that when the brains
were out, a man would die...
1:18:42
...and there an end.
1:18:44
But now they rise again, with
20 mortal gashes on their crowns.
1:18:49
You've displaced the mirth, broke the
meeting with most admired disorder.
1:18:59
Can such things be and overwhelm us
like a summer's cloud...