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Orson Welles, Jeanette Nolan, Dan O'Herlihy, Roddy McDowall, Alan Napier
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Lady Macbeth tells Macbeth, referring to the king, "When Duncan is asleep... I'll drug his servants’ wine." (0:15)

Lady Macbeth asks Macbeth, "Was the hope drunk wherein you dressed yourself?" (0:25)

Macbeth: "That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold..." (0:27)

Lady Macbeth tells Macbeth, "So, it will make us mad." (0:30)

Macduff: "Confusion hath made his masterpiece." (0:36)

Man, referring to the king's servants: "They stared and were distracted."
Lady Macbeth faints. (0:37)

Macbeth: "Macbeth shall sleep no more." (0:43)

Lady Macduff tells Lady Macbeth, referring to Macduff, "His flight was madness." (0:45)

A murderer tells Macbeth, "I am well, my liege, whom the wild blows and buffets of the world have so incensed that I am reckless what I do despite the worries." (0:52)

Macbeth hallucinates Banquo, whom he knows to be dead, then Duncan. (1:01)

Lady Macbeth: "Question enrages him." (1:04)

Ross tells Macduff, "Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air are made, not mark'd, where violent sorrow seems a modern ecstasy, the dead man's knell is there scarce ask'd for who..."
”Your wife and babe savagely slaughtered.”
Duncan’s son Malcolm tells Macduff, ”Let grief convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it.” (1:15)

Man, referring to Macbeth: "Some say he's mad." (1:20)

Macbeth, referring to Lady Macbeth: "How does your patient, doctor."
Doctor: ”Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick coming fancies, that keep her from her rest.”
Macbeth: ”Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out all written troubles of the brain and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon the heart?”
Doctor: ”Therein the patient must minister to himself. ”
Macbeth: ”What rhubarb, cyme, or what purgative drug would scour these English hence?” (1:25)

A gentle woman tells the doctor, referring to Lady Macbeth, "Since his majesty went into the field, I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her night-gown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon't, read it, afterwards seal it, and again return to bed, yet all this while in a most fast sleep." (1:29)

Lady Macbeth throws herself off a cliff to her death. (1:36)

Macbeth: "It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." (1:38)