[Lady The raven is hoarse croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my
Come, you That tend on thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe Of cruelty
Come to my woman's breasts, make my blood And take my milk for gall, you 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 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 further we go I've been don't you know I should by Duncan's side Not the man in greedy pride [2] Did you not hope, did you not The hero I knew a coward does seem Had I as you did There be no mercy I would stick to it
The - my deeds The men who do The - my deeds Every man must his way
[Ref.:] Husbandry in Fair is and foul is fair cracks the sky And is evil in the air
in heaven Prophecies they to hate Kill the king the crown Macbeth is your fate [3] What man does I dare But for more I never care you talked mischief to me Then you were a man - and free [4] If we what will become No way to hide we've done Screw your courage forget fear Stab him in his the crown is so near
You screw your courage to the place You can do the murder with a on your face
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Is this a which I see before me, The towards my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? Or art but A of the mind, a false creation from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, inform as As this now I draw. marshall'st me the way that I was going, And such an I was to use. I see still, And on thy and dudgeon gouts of blood, was not so before. There's no such thing. It is the business which informs Thus to eyes. Nature seems dead, and wicked abuse The curtained sleep. Witchcraft The sisters offerings, The shall be done. Thou sure and earth, not my steps which way they walk, for fear Thy stones 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 with a single cut I his life I spilled his blood So red are these hands like I 've never So red are these hands will they be clean I heard a voice it cried no more The king is dead his life on the floor Macbeth he the crown with blood on his hands He sleep no more until the end
Oh Macbeth, you have it all now, just as the have promised, but you played most foully for it. Suspicion of the murder however falls upon the king's sons, who to England accompanied only by a handful of loyal knights and Thanes, amongst them Macduff. Macbeth the greatest of the Thanes and most respected man in Scotland is crowned at Scone to be the new king. But the knowledge of his treason and of the prophecies that Banquo has heard lie heavy on his soul....