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[Lady
The raven is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of
my battlements

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

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

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

We still have judgement here, 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 murderer shut the door, not bear the knife myself.

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

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

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

Husbandry in
Prophecies they to hate
the king take the crown
Macbeth what is fate
[3]
What man does I will
But for more I shall care
Once you mischief to me
Then you a man - wild and free
[4]
If we what will become
No way to hide we've done
Screw your courage your fear
him in his sleep the crown is so near

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

[The

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 Or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a creation
Proceeding the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, as palpable
As which now I draw.
marshall'st me the way that I was going,
And an instrument I was to use.
I see still,
And on thy and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. no such thing.
It is the business which informs
Thus to eyes.
Nature seems dead, and wicked abuse
The sleep. Witchcraft celebrates
The sisters offerings,
The murder be done.
Thou sure and earth,
not my steps which way they walk, for fear
Thy very prate of my whereabout,
I go, and it is done The bell me.
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a
That summons thee to or to hell.

As the owl shrieked a single cut
I his life I spilled his blood
So red are these hands like I 've never
So red are these will they ever be clean
I heard a voice it cried sleep no
The king is dead his life spilled on the
Macbeth he 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 handful of loyal and Thanes, amongst them Macduff.
Macbeth the greatest of the Thanes and most man in Scotland is crowned 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....