1:51:02
... obedience, troops of friends...
1:51:07
... I must not look to have.
1:51:11
But in their stead, curses...
1:51:16
... not loud, but deep.
1:51:20
Mouth-honour...
1:51:23
... breath which the poor heart
would fain deny and dare not.
1:51:29
- Seyton!
- What's your gracious pleasure?
1:51:33
- What news more?
- All is confirmed which was reported.
1:51:38
I'll fight till from my bones my flesh
be hacked! Give me my armour!
1:51:42
- 'Tis not needed yet.
- I'll put it on.
1:51:50
Send out more horses,
scour the country.
1:51:53
Hang those that talk of fear.
1:51:55
Come, put mine armour on,
give me my sword.
1:51:59
Doctor, the thanes fly from me.
Come, sir, despatch.
1:52:06
If thou couldst, doctor,
cast the water of my land...
1:52:11
...find her disease and purge it
to a sound and pristine health.
1:52:16
I would applaud thee to the very echo
that should applaud again.
1:52:20
Pull it off, I say.
1:52:23
What rhubarb, senna
or what purgative drug...
1:52:27
...would scour these English hence?
Hearst thou of them?
1:52:31
Ay, my good lord. Your royal
preparation makes us hear something.
1:52:40
I will not be afraid
of death or bane...
1:52:43
...till Birnam Forest come
to Dunsinane.
1:52:53
Were I from Dunsinane
away and clear...
1:52:56
...profit again should
hardly draw me here.