:50:03
...it makes you stand to
and not stand to.
:50:07
- Drink gave thee the lie last night.
- That it did.
:50:11
- Is thy master stirring?
- Good morrow.
:50:15
- Is the king stirring, worthy thane?
- Not yet.
:50:18
He did command me to call timely.
I have almost slipped the hour.
:50:25
I'll bring you to him.
:50:50
This is the door.
:50:52
I'll make so bold to call,
for 'tis my appointed service.
:51:00
- Goes the king hence today?
- He does. He did appoint so.
:51:04
The night has been unruly.
Our chimneys were blown down.
:51:08
And, as they say, lamentings heard
in the air, strange screams of death.
:51:14
Some say the earth was feverous.
:51:17
- 'Twas a rough night.
- Oh, horror!
:51:23
Horror, horror! Confusion now
hath made his masterpiece!
:51:27
Murder hath broke open
the Lord's anointed temple.
:51:31
- What is it you say?
- Mean you His Majesty?
:51:35
Do not bid me speak.
:51:38
See, and then speak yourselves.
:51:43
Awake!
:51:45
Awake! Ring the alarm bell!
:51:50
Murder and treason!
:51:53
Malcolm and Donalbain!
Banquo! Awake!
:51:58
Shake off this downy sleep, death's
counterfeit, and look on death itself!