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[Lady
The raven is hoarse
croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my

Come, you
That on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe
Of cruelty

Come to my woman's breasts, thick my blood
And my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers,

Come, night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the of the dark To cry "Hold, hold'"

We still have judgement here, that we but teach Bloody instructions which, being taught, return To plague th' inventor. This even-handed justice Commends th' ingredience of our poisoned chalice to our own lips. He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, strong both against the deed, then, as his host, who should against his shut the door, not bear the knife myself.

[1]
No further we go
I've been don't you know
I should stand by Duncan's
Not kill the man in pride
[2]
Did you not hope, did you not
The hero I like a coward does seem
Had I as you did
There would be no mercy I would to it

The - my deeds
The men who do
The crown - my
Every man must his way

[Ref.:]
in heaven
Fair is and foul is fair
Thunder the sky
And is evil in the air

in heaven
Prophecies they turn to
Kill the king take the
Macbeth is your fate
[3]
What man I will dare
But for more I shall never
you talked mischief to me
Then you were a man - wild and
[4]
If we fail what become
No way to hide we've done
Screw courage forget your fear
him in his sleep the crown is so near

You screw your courage to the sticking
You can do the murder with a smile on your

Murder]

Is this a dagger which I see me,
The towards my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have not, and yet I see thee still.
Art not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? Or art but
A dagger of the mind, a creation
Proceeding from the brain?
I see thee yet, as palpable
As which now I draw.
Thou marshall'st me the way I was going,
And such an I was to use.
I see still,
And on thy and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. There's no thing.
It is the bloody which informs
to mine eyes.
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams
The curtained sleep. Witchcraft
The weird offerings,
The murder be done.
sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones of my whereabout,
I go, and it is done The bell me.
it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
That thee to heaven or to hell.

As the owl shrieked with a cut
I his life I spilled his blood
So red are these hands like I 've seen
So red are these will they ever be clean
I heard a voice it sleep no more
The king is dead his spilled on the floor
he takes the crown with blood on his hands
He shall sleep no more the end

Oh Macbeth, you have it all now, just as the witches have promised, but you most foully for it.
Suspicion of the murder however falls upon the king's sons, who flee to England accompanied only by a of loyal knights and Thanes, amongst them Macduff.
Macbeth the greatest of the Thanes and most respected man in Scotland is at Scone to be the new king. But the secret knowledge of his treason and of the prophecies that Banquo has heard lie heavy on his soul....