things have been strangely Bowl the gracious Duncan was pitied of Macbeth marry he is dead and the right valiant Banquo walked too late whom you may say if it please you flee on skilled for flee aunts fled men must not walk too late the son of Duncan Malcom fled to the English Court in was received most sympathetically can you tell where Macduff bestows himself Macduff is gone to bid the English king to lend the soldiers led by warlike Seward and Seward's son that with the help of these we may again give to our tables meat sleep to our nights all which we've time for now let a swift blessing soon return to this our suffering country under a hand accursed tripping of my thumb's Something Wicked This Way Comes open locks whoever knocks I come to you that would you profess howe'er you come to know an answer me answer me to what I ask you to speak say without rather hear it from our mouths let me see tell me now unknown power art for that good caution Thanks now that's hot McDuff would need a fear of me and yet how make assurance double sure and take a pound of faith thou shalt not live that I might tell pale hearted fear it lies and sleep in spite of thunder what is this that rises like the issue of a king and wears upon his baby brow the round and top of sovereignty that will never be who can impress the forest bid the tree unfix it found root instead rise never till the wood of Birnam rice yet my heart throbs to know one thing tell me if you're so much what's your Grace's will know my love can they not buy you no indeed the air whereon they ride damned all those that trust them I heard the galloping of horse came by just two or three my lord that bring you word Macduff has fled to England fled to England blood doing from this moment the very first lens of my heart shall be the first lens of my hand and even now to crown my thoughts would ax be it thought and done the castle of Macduff I will surprise seize upon Fife give to the edge of the sword his wife his babes and all unfortunate souls that tricks him in his life no boasting like a fool this deed I'll do before the good Macduff must have had his reason was it he done to make him fly the land you must have patience madam his flight was madness what our actions do not our fears do make us traitor you know not whether it was his wisdom or his fear wisdom to leave his wife to leave his babes his mansion and his titles in a place from whence himself dust fly he loves us not he lacks the natural touch for the poor Wren the most diminutive of birds will fight her young ones in her nest against the owl old always the fear and nothing is the love as little is the wisdom where the flights of runs against all reason dearest coz I pray to school yourself but for your husband he is noble wise judicious and best knows the fits of the season I dare not speak much further but cruel are the times when we are traitors and do not know ourselves when we hold rumor from what we fear yet know not what we fear I take my leave of me shall not be long but I'll be here again my pretty cousin blessing upon you fathered he is and yet he's fatherless sirrah your father's dead and what will you do now how will you live as Christ your mother what with worms and flies with what I get and so do they poor bird that's never fear the net nor trap the pitfall nor the snare what should i mother my father's not dead for your sin yes he is dead how about do for a father me how are you frosting okay I can buy me twenty at any market I bet he was what is it traitor why one that swears and lies and drew all that decent traders every one that does so is a traitor and must be hanged must all be hangouts with my everyone let's hangman where the honest men in the license words are fools there are lives in stores enough to beat you honest men and hang up then hope people motive but how about do for a father if you were dead you if you're not they weren't good sign that I should quickly have any father Pratt would have a toast bless you fair Dame at noon I fear some dangerous approaching nearly she will take a holy man supply subpoena and here and little one to fight you thus he thinks I'm too savage to burst you Without Cruelty which is to now your person earthly world where to do harm is all been laudable to do good sometimes it counted dangerous folly why do I put forth that will mainly defense to say I have done no harm where's your husband I hope you know please so I'm sanctified for such as good enough each new morn new widows howl new orphans cry new sorrows strike fair heaven on the face but it resounds as if it felt with Scotland what you have spoke it may be so perchance but this tyrant whose sole name blisters our tongues was once than honest you have loved him well we have not touched you yet I am young but something you may desire of him through me tis wisdom to offer up a weak poor innocent lamb to appease an angry god I am NOT treacherous like Macbeth is I would not be Dylan that thou think'st for the whole space that's in the tyrants grasp and the rich east to be not offended I speak not as in absolute fear of you I think our country sinks beneath the yoke it weeps it bleeds and each new day a gash is added to her wounds and I think with all there would be hands uplifted in my right and here from gracious England have I offer of goodly thousands but for all this when I shall tread upon the tyrants head or wear it on my sword yet my poor country shall have more vices than it had before nor suffer and more sundry ways than ever by him that shall succeed what should he be it is myself I mean in whom I know all the particulars of ice so grafted that when they shall be opened black Macbeth will seem as pure as snow and the poor status him as a lamb being compared with my confine --less harms not in the legions of horrid help can come a table more damned in evils to top Macbeth I grant him bloody luxurious avaricious false deceitful sudden malicious smacking of every sin that has a name but there's no bottom none in my voluptuousness your wives your daughters your matrons and your maids could not fill up a cistern of my lust and my desire all continent impediments would all bear that did oppose my will better macbeth than such a one to reign boundless in temperance in nature is a tyranny it been the untimely emptying of the happy throne and fall of many kings yet do not fear to take upon you what is yours you may convey your pleasures and a spacious plenty we have willing Dame's enough there cannot believe that vulture in you to devour so many as will to greatness dedicate themselves finding its so inclined with this there grows in my most ill composed affection such a staunch 'less avarice that were i king i should cut off the nobles for their lands desire his jewels and this others house and mine more having would be as a source to make me hunger more that I should Forge quarrels unjust against the good and loyal destroying them for well this avarice sticks deeper groves with more pernicious root in summer seeming lust and it had been a sword of our slain kings yet do not fear Scotland hath wealth enough to fill up your will all these are portable with other greasy suede but I have none the King becoming graces as justice Verity temperance stableness bounty perseverance mercy loveliness devotion patience courage fortitude I have no relish of memory but abound in the division of each several crime acting in many ways nay had I power I should pour the sweet milk of Concord into hell uproar the universal peace confound all unity Skull Kid such a one be fit to govern speak I am as I have spoken fit take up no not to live don't nation miserable with an untitled tyrant bloody sector when shall see thy wholesome days again since that the truest issue of thy throne by his own interdiction stands accursed these evils thou Diest upon myself have benched me from Scotland my hope aids here this noble passion child of integrity at from my sole white the black scruples reconciled my thoughts to thy good truth and honour devilish Macbeth by many of these traps have sought to win me into his power and modest wisdom plucks me from over credulous haste but God above deal between thee and me for even now I put myself to that direction and unspeak mine own detraction here abjure the tapes and blames I laid upon myself for strangers to my nature I am as yet unknown to women never was forsworn scarcely have coveted what was mine owned at no time broke my faith would not betray the devil to his fellow and delight no less in truth than life my first ball speaking was this upon myself what I am truly he's dying in my poor countries to command such welcome and unwelcome things at once it is hard to reconcile see you who comes here states top country almost afraid to know itself where violent sorrow seems a modern ecstasy and good men's lives expire before the flowers in their caps dying or air they sickened how does my wife lie well and all my children well to the tyrant has not battered at their peace no they were well at peace when I did leave him be not a miser of your speech how goes now is the time for help your iron Scotland would create soldiers make our women fight to doff their dire distresses v8 their comfort we are coming with it gracious England hath lent us good Seward is worthy Sun and 10,000 men would I could answer this comfort with the like but I have words that would be howled out in the desert air where hearing should not catch them more concern they the general calls or is it a fear grief due to some single breast no mind that's honest but in it share some whoa though the main part pertains to you alone if it be mine keep it not from me quickly let me have it let not your ears despise my tongue forever which shall possess them with the heaviest sound that ever yet they heard I guess it it your castle is surprised your wife and babes savagely slaughter'd what children to wife children servants all that could be found and I must be from dense my wife killed too I have said be comforted let's make us medicines of our great revenge to cure this deadly grief he has no children all my pretty ones did you say oh oh oh what all my pretty chickens in there damn it one fell swoop you did like a man I shall do so but I must also feel it as a man I cannot but remember such things were that were most precious to me did heaven McCallum and would not take their part sinful Macduff they were all struck for the rest be this the whetstone your soul let grief convert to anger blunt not the heart and reach it like play with my eyes and braggart with the gentle heavens cut short all intermission front to front bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself we hid my swords length set him if he escaped forgive him too this chew goes madly come going to the king our power is ready our life is nothing but I leave bet he's right for shaking and the powers above put on their instruments receive what cheer you may the night is long that never finds the day I have two nights can perceive no truth in your report when was it last the Queen Walt since his Majesty went into the field I have seen her rise from her bed throw her knight down upon her unlock her closet take forth paper fold it right the Pawnee read it afterwards seal it and return again to bed yet all this while in a most fast sleep a great perturbation of nature to at once receive the benefit of sleep and do the effect of waking now in this this slumber II agitation what at any time have you heard her say that to me this must meet you show neither to you nor anyone having no witness to confirm my speech nothing if she cuts Thirsty's for very guys and upon my life that's the sleep observe her stand close you see her eyes are open high but their sense is shut hmm how came she buy that night oh my it stood by her she has light by her continually tis her command what is it she does now well she rubs her hands it is in accustomed action with her to seem thus washing her hands I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour yes here's this bull she speaks I will sit down what comes from her to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly o spot I say one two why then this time do you do it hell is murky oh my lord fie a soldier and afeard what weed we fear who knows it when none can call our power to account yet who would have thought the old man do have so much blood in him to hear that the Thane of Fife that away well there is she now Oh what will these hands never be clean like no more of that you more always be starting to go to you have known what you should not yes what she should not use the smell of blood still things of viremia not sweetening what science there the Hawks are slowly charged this disease is beyond my practice on your nightgown look not so pale I tell you yet again Banquo's buried he cannot come out what's done cannot be will she go now to bed directly infected minds to the death pillows will discharge their secrets more Nietzsche the priest in the position God God forgive us all look after her I think but they're not speak the English powers near that on by Malcolm his uncle Seward Seward's son and the good Macduff revenge's burn in the near Birnam wood shall we meet them what does the tyrant a great Dunsinane he's strongly fortified some say he's mad others that lesser hate him do call it valiant fury and now does he feel his secret murders sticking on his hands cozy commands move only in command nothing in love now does he feel this title hang loose about him like a giant's robe upon a dwarfish thief well marks we are forgive obedience which is truly Oh make we are march toward Birnam let me no more report let them fly all to Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane I cannot taint with fear what's the boy Malcolm was he not born of woman the spirit that know all mortal consequences have pronounced me thus fear not Macbeth no man that's born of woman shall e'er have power upon thee then fly false things and mingle with the English epicures the devil damn thee black thou cream face slew my guts now that goose look there is ten thousand geese there are soldiers sir what soldiers Pat death of thy soul the linen she is designing a counselors to fear what soldiers wait the English force so please you take that face huh I'm sick at heart I have lived long enough my way of life is falling into the sear the yellow leaf and that which should accompany old ages honour love obedience and troops of friends I must not look to have but in their stead curses not loud the deep mouths honor breath which the poor heart would fain deny and dare not see Taj what is your purchase pleasure what news more always confirmed my Lord that was important fine to fill my bones my flesh behalf give me my sword put it on give me my sword is your patient doctor not so sick my lord is she is troubled with thick coming fancies that keep her from her rest cure her of that canst thou not minister to a mind diseased clock from the memory a rooted sorrow raze out the written troubles of the brain and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff that weighs upon the heart therein the patient must minister to himself throw physic to the dogs I'm none of it send out doctor the thanes fly it from me come sir dispatch if thou couldst doctor tell what purgative drug would scour these english hence i stuff heard of them ah my lord your royal preparation makes us hear something I will not be afraid of death and bane to Birnam forest come to Dunsinane where i from Dunsinane away and clear profit again should hardly draw me here I hope the days are near at hand that chambers will be safe we doubt it nothing what wood is this before us would have burner that every soldier hew him down a branch and bear it before him thereby may we shadow the numbers of our host and make Discovery air and report about the confident tyrant keeps stealing dumps a name and we'll enjoy our setting down the court is his main hope though none serve with him but constrainted things whose hearts are acting to the time approaches we do make us know what we shall say we have and what we Oh find out I would banners on the outward walls the cry is still they come our castles strength will laugh a siege to score here let them lie till famine and the ague eat them up what is that noise I have almost forgot the taste of fear the time has been my senses would have coold to hear a night shriek I have sucked full with horrors direness familiar to my slaughterous thoughts no longer frights me wherefore was that cry the Queen My Lord is dead she should have died Hereafter there would have been the time for such a word tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time and all our yesterday's have lighted fools their way to dusty death out brief candle life is but a walking shadow a poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more it is a tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury signifying nothing now comes to use that tongue that tail quickly gracious my lord I should report that which I say I saw but know not how to do it well saying as I did stand my watch upon the hill I looked toward Birnam and anon methought the wood began to move lying and slave that the adju harassedly be not so within this three mile man you see it coming I say a moving groan is forced upon the next tree shut thou hang alive to famine cleanly if I speak to be true I care not if thou does for me as much I pull in resolution and begin to doubt the equivocation of the fiend that lies like truth fear not Macbeth to burn the wood do come to Dunsinane one comes to dancing I begin to be a weary of the Sun and would the estate of the world were now undone shall lead our first battle worthy macduff and we shall take upon us what else remains to do according to our order fare thee well doing it by the planets power tonight let us be big if we cannot they call on trumpet speak give them all breath those clamorous harbingers of blood they have tied me to a stake now I cannot fly but bear-like I must find the course what's he that was not born of one such a one am I to fear or none what is that game that will be afraid to hear it no but they'll call ourself a hotter name than any is in hell my name's Macbeth could not pronounce the title more hateful to my ear in law no more fearful now life-supporting tyrant with my sword I'll prove the lighthouse speak'st that was born of woman tyrant show my face southeast slain with no stroke of my my wife Children's Ghost shall haunt me still let me find him fortune more I know castle gently rendered the tyrants people on both sides to fight the noble things to bravely in this war the day itself almost professes yours and little is to do we have met with foes that strike beside us enter senator Catherine why should I play the Roman fool and die on mine own sword as I see lives the gashes do better upon you turn of all men else I have avoided thee but get thee back my soul is charged with too much blood of dying already I have no words my voice is in my sword now blood of your filling in terms can give me out Liuzza's labor as easy mates now the trenchant air with a keen sword impressed as make me bleed that fall that blade on vulnerable crests I bear a charmed life which must not yield to one of woman born despair thy charm he told me now still has served tell thee macduff was from his mother's womb untimely ripped accursed be that tongue that tells me so for it hath cowd my better part of man and be these juggling fiends no more believed that palter with us in a double sense to keep the word a promise to our ear and break it to our hope I'll not fight with a beauty tower they live to be the show and gaze at a time well happy that's how rare monsters are painted on the pole and under it hearing me you see the time has will not yield to kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet and to be baited with the rabble's curse the burn would do come to Dunsinane and now a post being of no woman born they'll make it up and then be him that first cries hold it with the friends we missed was safe arrived some must go Macduff is missing and your noble son your son my lord has paid a soldier's debt he only lived but till he was a man the witch no sooner had his prowess confirmed in the unshrinking station where he fought but like a man he died then he is dead i and brought off the field your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth for then it hath no end had he his hurts before fie on the front then God's soldier thee and I as many sons as I have hair as I would not wish them to a fairer and so is known as mud he's worth more sorrow and that I'll spend for him with no more they say he parted well paid his score hail King so thou art the Hope which stands usurpers cursed head the time is free I see the compass with my kingdoms poem that speak my salutations and their minds whose voices I desire aloud with mine hey King of Scotland we shall not spend a large expense of time before we reckon with your several loves and make us even with you what else remains to do which would be planted newly with the time as calling home our exiled friends abroad that fled the snares of watchful tyranny producing forth the cruel ministers of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen who has his thought by self and violent hands took off her life this and what needful else calls upon us by the grace of grace we shall perform in measure time and place