Revenge

Macduff

Who are you

Once you were loyal

Once you were true

Run to England

To stand against me

I will burn your castle

I will slay, your family

How can I be loyal

To a murderer that stole the crown

How can I be loyal

To a tvrant

That takes my country down

We'll take revenge for all the lives you stole -

Macbeth

The sins you did in the end you'll fall -

Macbeth

We'll take revenge and put you down, in the

end we'll seize the crown

I'll take revenge for all the lives you stole -

Macbeth

Macduff

Look and see

Here are the bloody corpses

of your family

Burried dead

In a nameless grave

My lust for blood

Will make me safe

I've cried a thousand tears

In the shadows of the lonely night

As the tears run dry

You tyrant

I know that I must fight

Lo you, here she comes. This is her very guise, and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her. Stand close.

You see her eyes are open.

Ay, but their sense are shut.

What is it she does now? Look how she rubs her hands.

It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her hands. I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.

Yet here's a spot. Out, damned spot; out, I say. Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie, a soldier and afeard? What need we fear who knows it when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? ... Macduff the Thane of Fife had a wife. Where is she now? What, will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that. No more

What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged.

I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole body.

Wash your hands, put on your nightgown, look not so pale. I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried. He cannot come out on 's grave. To bed, to bed. There's a knocking at the gate. Come, give me your hand. What's done cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed