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The raven himself is hoarse |
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That croaks the fatal entrance of |
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Duncan Under my battlements |
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Come, you spirits |
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That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, |
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And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full |
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Of direst cruelty |
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Come to my woman's breasts, make thick my blood |
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And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, |
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Come, thick night, |
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And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, |
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That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, |
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Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark |
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To cry "Hold, hold'" [Macbeth:] |
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We still have judgement here, that we but teach |
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Bloody instructions which, being taught, return |
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To plague th' inventor. |
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This even-handed justice |
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Commends th' ingredience of our poisoned chalice to our own lips. |
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He's here in double trust: |
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First, as |
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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. [Decision] |
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No further shall we go |
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I've been honoured don't you know |
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I should stand by |
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Duncan's side |
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Not kill the man in greedy pride |
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Did you not hope, did you not dream |
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The hero I knew like a coward does seem |
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Had I spoken as you did |
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There would be no mercy |
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I would stick to it [Bridge:] |
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The crown - my deeds |
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The men who do betray |
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The crown - my deeds |
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Every man must find his way [Ref.:] |
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Husbandry in heaven |
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Fair is foul and foul is fair |
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Thunder cracks the sky |
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And there is evil in the air |
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Husbandry in heaven |
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Prophecies they turn to hate |
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Kill the king take the crown |
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Macbeth what is your fate |
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What man does |
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I will dare |
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But for more |
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I shall never care |
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Once you talked mischief to me |
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Then you were a man - wild and free |
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If we fail what will become |
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No way to hide what we've done |
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Screw your courage forget your fear |
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Stab him in his sleep the crown is so near |
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You screw your courage to the sticking place |
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You can do the murder with a smile on your face [The Murder] [Macbeth:] |
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Is this a dagger which |
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I see before me, |
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The handle towards my hand? |
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Come, let me clutch thee. |
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I have thee not, and yet |
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I see thee still. |
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Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible |
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To feeling as to sight? |
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Or art thou but |
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A dagger of the mind, a false creation |
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Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? |
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I see thee yet, inform as palpable |
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As this which now |
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I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that |
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I was going, |
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And such an instrument |
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I was to use. |
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I see thee still, |
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And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, |
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Which was not so before. |
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There's no such thing. |
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It is the bloody business which informs |
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Thus to mine eyes. |
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Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse |
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The curtained sleep. |
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Witchcraft celebrates |
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The weird sisters offerings, |
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The murder shall be done. |
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Thou sure and firm-set earth, |
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Hear not my steps which way they walk, for fear |
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Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, |
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I go, and it is done |
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The bell invites me. |
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Hear it not, |
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Duncan; for it is a knell |
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That summons thee to heaven or to hell. [Epilogue] |
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As the owl shrieked with a single cut |
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I took his life |
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I spilled his blood |
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So red are these hands like |
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I 've never seen |
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So red are these hands will they ever be clean |
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I heard a voice it cried sleep no more |
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The king is dead his life spilled on the floor |
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Macbeth he takes the crown with blood on his hands |
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He shall sleep no more until the end [Narrator:] |
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Oh Macbeth, you have it all now, just as the witches have promised, but you played most foully for it. |
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Suspicion of the murder however falls upon the king's sons, who flee to |
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England accompanied only by a handful of loyal knights and |
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Thanes, amongst them |
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Macduff. Macbeth the greatest of the |
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Thanes and most respected man in |
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Scotland is crowned at |
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Scone to be the new king. |
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But the secret knowledge of his treason and of the prophecies that |
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Banquo has heard lie heavy on his soul.... |
