1:08:04
Come on. Gentle, my lord.
1:08:08
Sleek o'er your rugged looks.
1:08:12
Be bright and jovial
among your guests tonight.
1:08:17
So shall I, love.
1:08:21
And so, I pray, be you.
1:08:40
Full of scorpions is my mind,
dear wife.
1:08:50
Thou knowst that Banquo
and his Fleance live.
1:08:56
But in them nature's copy
is not eterne.
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...