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in form as palpable
as this which now I draw.
Whiles I threat, he lives.
Words to the heat of deeds
too cold breath gives.
(Whispers in Gaelic)
The spring,
the head,
the fountain of your blood is stopped.
The very source of it is stopped.
Here lies Duncan,
his silver skin laced
with his golden blood.
There the murderers,
steeped in the colours of their trade.
Had I but died
an hour before this chance,
But from this instant
there's nothing serious in mortality.
All is but toys.
Renown and grace is dead.
The wine of life is drawn
and the mere lees is left
this vault to brag of.
Live you?
Or are you aught
that man may question?
I have done the deed.
Why did you bring these daggers
from the place?
They must lie there.
What hands are here?
(Laughs)
(Macbeth) 'They pluck out mine eyes.'
Will all great Neptune's ocean
wash this blood clean from my hand?
No,
this my hand will rather
the multitudinous seas incarnadine,
making the green one red.
My hands are of your colour,
but I shame to wear a heart so white.
A little water clears us of this deed.
How easy is it then.
To know my deed
'twere best not know myself.
Good Macduff.
Good morrow, noble sir.
Good morrow, both.
Is the King stirring, worthy Thane?
- The King, is he stirring?
- Not yet.
He did command me
to call timely on him.
I have almost slipped the hour.
I'll bring you to him.
I'll make so bold to call.
- Goes the King hence today?
- He does; he did appoint so.
(Lennox) The night has been unruly.
Where we lay,
and, as they say,
lamentings heard in the air,
strange screams of death.
'Twas a rough night.
(Sharp intake of breath)
Confusion now
hath made his masterpiece.
Most sacrilegious murder
hath broke open
the Lord's anointed temple
and stole thence
the life of the building.
The life?
(Lennox) Mean you His Majesty?
(Macduff) Bid me not speak. You see.
Speak yourselves.
Awake!
Awake!
Ring the alarum bells!
Malcolm!
Malcolm!
Banquo!
Ring the alarum bells.
Banquo!
Shake off your downy sleep, man.
Death's counterfeit.
You come and look on death itself.
Huh?
Murder!
Treason!
(Lady Macbeth) What's the business?
Our royal master, he's murdered.
(Lady Macbeth) Murdered?
(Macduff) Murdered!
Those of his chamber,
their hands were all badged with blood.
Wherefore did you so?
Hm?
Who could refrain
that had a heart to love
and in that heart
courage to make love known?
(Bells ring)
How it does grieve Macbeth.
Did he not straight, in pious rage,
the two delinquents tear
that were the slaves of drink?
Was this not nobly done?
Ay.
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