1:49:02
Our power is ready.
Macbeth is ripe for shaking.
1:49:05
Within my sword's length set him.
1:49:08
If he escape, heaven forgive him too.
1:49:25
- What does the tyrant?
- Dunsinane he strongly fortifies.
1:49:29
Some say he's mad. Others, that
lesser hate him, call it valiant fury.
1:49:35
Those he commands move in command.
Nothing in love.
1:49:38
He feels his title
hang loose about him...
1:49:41
...like a giant's robe
upon a dwarfish thief.
1:49:44
All that is within him
does condemn itself.
1:49:46
The English power is near,
led by Malcolm, Seyward and Macduff.
1:49:51
Near Birnam Wood shall we meet them.
That way are they coming.
1:49:57
The devil damn thee black, thou loon!
Where gotst thou that goose look?
1:50:02
There is 10,000...
1:50:04
- Geese? Villain?
- Soldiers, sir.
1:50:08
Thou lily-livered boy.
What soldiers, patch?
1:50:13
Those linen cheeks of thine
are counsellors to fear.
1:50:17
What soldiers, whey-face?
1:50:20
The English force, so please you.
1:50:29
Seyton! Take thy face hence.
1:50:36
I am sick at heart, when I behold...
Seyton, I say!
1:50:49
I have lived long enough.
1:50:52
My way of life is fallen
into the sear, the yellow leaf.
1:50:56
And that which should accompany
old age, as honour, love...