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

Come, you
tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me the crown to the toe top-full
Of cruelty

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

Come, night,
And thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket 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 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
been honoured don't you know
I should stand by side
Not kill the man in greedy
[2]
Did you not hope, did you not
The hero I knew like a does seem
Had I as you did
There would be no mercy I stick to it

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

[Ref.:]
Husbandry in
is foul and foul is fair
Thunder the sky
And there is in the air

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

You screw your courage to the place
You can do the with a smile on your face

[The

Is this a dagger I see before me,
The handle towards my hand? Come, let me thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see still.
Art thou not, vision, sensible
To as to sight? Or art thou but
A of the mind, a false creation
from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, as palpable
As which now I draw.
Thou me the way that I was going,
And such an I was to use.
I see still,
And on thy blade and gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. There's no thing.
It is the bloody business which
to mine eyes.
Nature dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The sleep. Witchcraft celebrates
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 invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a
That summons thee to or to hell.

As the owl with a single cut
I took his life I spilled his
So red are these hands like I 've seen
So red are these hands will they be clean
I heard a it cried 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 until 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 knights and Thanes, 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....