:15:04
Present fears are less
than horrible imaginings.
:15:09
My thought, whose murder yet
is but fantastical...
:15:14
... shakes so my single state of man...
:15:17
... that function is smothered
in surmise...
:15:21
... and nothing is but what is not.
:15:32
I thank you, gentlemen.
:15:43
Look how our partner's rapt.
:15:47
If chance will have me king,
chance may crown me without my stir.
:15:52
Worthy Macbeth.
We stay upon your leisure.
:16:00
Give me your favour, my dull brain
was wrought with things forgotten.
:16:06
Let us to the king.