 Thunder, lightning, or... And what? That will be aired? Choke their art. The merciless McDonald well deserves that. Rebel's name, due to the villainy swarming upon him from the western isles of curds and gallopasses supplied and fortunate on his damned quarrel smiling show like a rebel's whore. It's too weak. The brave Macbeth well who deserves that name with his grandest steel disdaining fortune which smoked with bloody execution. Slave carving out his passage and nourished your hands nor till he unsaved him from the nave to the chops and hung his hair upon our battle rifts. How do you, cousin, worthy gentleman? What's the sun gins' reflection? Shipwrecking storms and direful sunders break so from that spring whence comfort seems to come discomfort swells more, King of Scotland, more. No sooner justice had it with valor armed to bell these stripping currents to shuff their heels but the Norway and Lord surveined gantage with firmers' arms as new supplies of men began a fresh assault which made this not our captain's Macbeth and Banglow yes as sparrowed eagles or the head of the lion. If I say soot, I must report they were as cannons overcharged with double cracks so they doubly redoubled their strokes upon the foes except they meant to bathe in raking wounds or memorize another bogotha. I cannot, my gashes cry for help. So will thy words become neither as thy wounds. They smack upon a boat. Go, get your searches. Come to me. Will they lead you rough and then easy? So shall they look that seamstance. I'd save the king. Which king, sir, will it is? From flight, great king. The Norway invaders love the sky and fan our people cold. Norway himself looked terrible numbers assisted by that most disloyal traitor, the thing of Kador began a dreadful conflict. Till that bologna's bridegroom left in proof confronted him with self-comparisons point against point rebellions, arm against arm, curbing his lavish spirit and to conclude, the victory fell on us. Great happens. That now swain all the Norway's king craves composition nor would we gain him burial of his men till he disperses it at St. Colom's inch ten thousand dollars to our general use. No more that thing of Kador shall deceive our Muslim interests. Go pronounce his present death and with his formal title, greet Macbeth. We'll see you then. When he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won. By the inhabitants of the earth, yet or of it, who seem to understand thee by each one's dead sharpening fingers laying upon their skinny lips, you should be women, but your beards forbid me to interpret you so. Speak, if you can, what are you? A glass. If you sound so fair, or that which outwardly ye show, my noble partner you greet with present grace and great prediction all having in the royal hope that he seems wrackin' for to me you speak not. If you could look into the seeds of time and say which grain will grow, speak there do me, that either beg nor fear your favors or your hates. Hail. Hail. And greater. You felt so happy. Yet much happier. I know I am fainted blond, but how is Kordor? The faint of Kordor lives a prosperous settlement, and to be king stands not within the prospect of belief, no more than to be called. Say, from whence you owe this strange intelligence of why upon this blast of heat you stop our way with such prophetic preaching, speak thy charges. And vanished into the air, once seemed corporal enough to breath into the air. What did we just speak about? It's on the insane roof. It takes the reason prisoner. Your children shall be kings. You shall be kings. And then Kordor too, but to not suck. To the self-same tuning word. Who comes here? At the news of thy success, and when he reads thy personal venture in the rebel's fight, his wonders and his praises which should be thine or his. The silence with that, and viewing all the rest of the self-same day, he finds thee in the stout norway in ranks. Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, strange images of death. As thick as hail came, post with post, and everyone to bear thy praises in his kingdom's great defense, and pour them down before him. We are sent to give thee from our royal master, only to herald thee into his sight, not to pay thee. And for an earnest of a greater honor, he bade me from him call thee thane of Kordor, in which tradition pale most worthy thane for a design. What? That will speak true. Well, this, why do you dress me in borrowed clothes? Who was the thane lives yet? But under heavy judgment bears that life which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combined with those of Norway, or did line the rebel with hidden help and vantage, or that with both he labored in his country's rack, I know not, but treason's capital confessed and proved to have overthrown him. And the thane of Kordor, the greatest is behind it. Thanks for your grace. Do you not hope that your children shall be kings when those that gave the thane of Kordor to me promise no less to them? That trust at home might get into you under the crown, besides the thane of Kordor. Strange, it often times to win us to our harm. The instruments of darkness tell us truths, win us with honest trifles, and attray us to deepest consequence. Cousins, a word, I pray. Two truths are told. As happy prologues to the swelling act of the imperial theme. I thank you gentle ladies. Supernatural soliciting. May not be ill. May not be good. Here, why have I given the earnest of success commencing in a truth? I am for the Kordor. Why do I yield to that suggestion whose horrid image does unfix my hair and make my seated heart beat at my ribs against the use of nature? Present fears are less horrible imaginings. How our partners rat chance will have me king. My chance may crown me without my stern. New honors come upon him like our strange garments. Plead not to their boldness but to the aid of use. Come what, come may time in the hour to run through the roughest day. Worthy betrath, may stay upon your leisure. Give me a feather. It is wrought when things are done. Let us draw the king. Think upon what our chance and in more time the inch from having rigid with our speak our free heart seems to have it. We're very glad. Till then enough, compass is execution done on Kordor. I'm not those in commission yet returned. Malish, they are not yet come back but I have spoken well that Zaheem died. We did report this very frankly and pass his reasons, beg your highness pardon and set forth a deep repentance. Nothing in his life became him like believing. He died as one that had been studied in his death to throw away the dearest thing he owed as part careless strife. There's no art to read the mind's construction in the face. He was a gentleman of whom I do an absolute trust. Well, one of theest Kordor, the cinema in June, even now is heavy on me. Thou art so far before that swiftest wing of recompense is so to overtake me. Only I have left to say more is thy Jew and more than all can pay. The service and the loyalty I owe in doing it pays itself. The highest part is to receive our duties and our duties are to your throne and state, servant and children who do but what they should by doing everything safe towards your love and honor. Welcome Hitler, I have begun to plant thee and we're labored to see the people of growing. Noble bank, woe! Thou hast no less deserved, I must be no no less to have done so. Let me at fold thee and hold thee to my heart. There, if I grow, the harvest is your own. My penteous joist, wanted at fullness, seek to hide themselves in drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, things and those places of the nearest know we shall establish our state upon our elders. Welcome when we name hereafter the Prince of Cumberland which honor shall not unaccompanied invest him only but signs of nobleness like stars shall shine on all deserves. Proments to win redness and bind us closer to you. The rest is labor which is not used I'll be myself a harbinger and make joyful the hearing of my wife with your approach. So humbly take my leave. I'm noble. As a step on which I must fall down or else for a leap bring my way as stars hide fires let not light see my lack as the eye wink at their hand and let that be it's the eye fears where it is done as a secret. I'm noble. He is both so valiant and his commendations are a banquet to me. Let's offer him whose care has gone before to make us welcome. It is a peerless kinsmen. They met me in the day of success and I have learned by the perfectest report they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them further they made themselves air into which they banished. Whilst I stood wrapped in a wonderer I came this is from the king who all hailed me Dane of Cator by which title before saluted me and referred me to the coming out of time with that shalt be this have I thought good to deliver thee my dearest partner of greatness that thou mightst not lose the duels of rejoicing by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee late to thy heart and farewell and shalt be what thou art promised yet do I fear thy nature it is too full of the milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way thou wouldst be great art not without ambition but without the illness should attend it what thou wouldst hide me that wouldst thou boldly wouldst not play false and yet wouldst wrongly win thou'dst have great glance that which cries thus thou must do if thou had it and that which rather thou dost fear to do than wishes should be undone of highly hither that I may pour my spirits in thine ear and chastise with the valor of my tongue all that impedes thee from the golden ground and spades and a metaphysical aim seem to have thee crowned with all your tidings the king comes here tonight thou art mad to say it is not thy master with him who were it so would have been formed for preparation so please you it is true art bane is coming one of his servants had the speed of him who almost dead for breath had scarcely more than would make up his message give him tending he brings great news the raven himself his horse that croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan under my battalments come new spirits that tend on mortal thoughts un-sexed me here and fill me from the crown to the toe top full of direst cruelty make thick my blood stop up the access in passage to remorse but no compunctious visitings of nature shake my fell purpose nor keep peace between the effect and it woman's breasts and take my milk for gone you murdering ministers murdering your sightless substance as you wait on nature's mischief come thick night and pull 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 out greater than both by the all hail hereafter my letters have transported me beyond this ignorant present and I feel now the future in the instinct my dearest love Duncan comes here tonight and wine goes hence tomorrow as he purposes never shall sun that morrow see your face my fame is as a book where men may be strange matters to beguile the time look like the time bear welcome in your eye your hand your tongue look like the innocent flower but be the surface under it he that's coming must be provided for and you shall put this night's great business into my dispatch which shall to all our nights and days to come this sovereign's way and mastered up we will see it further only look up clear to all to favour ever is to fear leave all the rest to me this castle at the pleasant seat the air nearly and sweetly we do our gentle senses discuss with some of the devil holding more than pleasant peruse but as others imagine heaven's breath smells wooly making butchers freeze or coin advantage with this burden and fill this pendant band appropriate where they most haunt and greet I'll observe the air is done see our noble hostess the love that follows us sometimes is our trouble but still we thank his love all our service in every point twice done and then done double poor and single business to contend against those honors deep and broad where with your majesty loads our house where's the thing with Korah we cost him at the heels and our purpose to be his prayer but he rides well and his great love sharp as his spur have helped him to his home for us fair and noble hostess we are your guest tonight your servants ever have theirs themselves and what is theirs in comp to make their audit at your highness pleasure still to return your old give me your hand conduct me to my host we love him highly and we'll continue our gracious toward him by your leave hostess it were done when tis done then for well it were done quickly if the assassination could travel out the consequence and catch with his services that but this blow might be the be all and the end all here but here upon this bank and show of time we'd jump the life to come but in these cases there is still judgment here that we but teach bloody instructions which being taught returns to play this even hand of justice commends the ingredients of our poisoned shouts to our own lives is here in double trust first as I am his kinsman and his subject strong both against the beat then as his host who should against his motorer shut the door not bear the night myself besides his stunk and hath borne his faculties so meek hath been so clear in his great office that his virtues shall feed like angels trumpet-tongued against the deep damnation of his taking a ride through the glass through a heaven's cherubin hoist upon the sightless hurriers of the air shall blow the horrid deed in every eye the tears shall drown the king hath no spur to prick the silence of my intent only vaulting ambition which o'erleaps itself and falls on the earth how now what news he has almost sucked and have you left the chamber hath he asked for me no you not he has we will proceed no further in this business he hath honored me of late and I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people which would be worn in its newest gloss not cast aside so soon was the hope drunk wherein you dressed yourself hath its left since and wakes it down to look so green and pale at what it did so freely from this time such I count thy love afield to be the same in thine own act and valor plus thou art in desire wouldst thou have that which thou esteemest the ornament of life and live a coward in thine own esteem letting I dare not wait upon I would like the poor cat in the attic pretty peace I dare do all that may become a man who dares do more is none what beast was it then that made you break this enterprise to me when you just do it then you were a man and to be more than what you were you would be so much more the man here and yet you would make both they have made themselves and that their fitness now does un-make you and know how tender it is to love the babe that melts me I would while it was smiling in my face have plucked my nipple from his boneless guns and danced the brains out hath I so sworn as you give me your fail to the sticking place and will not fare when Duncan is asleep where to the rather shall his day's hard journey soundly invited his two chamberlains will I with wine in wassel so convinced that memory the water of the brain shall be a few and the receipt of reason a limb back only when in swineish sleep their drenched in nature's lie as in a death what could not you and I perform upon the unguarded Duncan what not put upon his fundy officers who shall bear the guilt of our great quell bring forth many children only with our undaunted meadows who can pose nothing but mails will it not be received when we have marks with blood those sleepy too of his own chamber and use their very daggers that they have done it who dares receive it other as we shall make our grace and clam the wall upon his death I am settled and end up each corporal agent to this terrible feat bear is shown false face must hide false heart she goes down it well hold hit this my dagger there's husbandry in heaven her candles are all out heavy summons lies like lead yet it would not sleep there's no heavens cursed be the thoughts that nature gives way to the world owes who's here a friend what sir, not yet at rest the king's a bed you have been in most unusual pleasure and set forth great largesse to your office so this diamond which greets your wife with awe in the name of most kind hostess all shut up and measureless content being unprepared our will became servant in effect but all's well I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters they had shown some truth they think not of them yet when we can entreat an hour to serve I would spend it in some time upon that business if you would grant the time judge your kind's leisure if you would plead to my consent my tips that shall make honor for you so I lose none in seeking to augment it but keep my bosom franchise clear my anegis clear good recalls tomorrow the life of you sir go, bid thy mistress when my drink is ready she strike upon the bell get thee to bed is this a dagger I see before me handle toward my hand me clutch me yet I see thee still not a delusion subject to feeling as to sight or order but the dagger of the mind a false creation proceed from me before it was palpable as this which now I draw the marshless me the way I was going and such an instrument I was to use in eyes and me the fools the evidences or else worth all the rest I see thee still and I'm not made a delusion God supplied me which was not so before there is no such thing it is the bloody business which informs us to my life now for the one half works nature seems dead and wicked dreams abuse the curtain sleep which cracked celebrates pale heck it's offering and whether the murder is sent to know the wolf whose howl whose ravishing strides towards his design like a ghost out shore and firm center steps which way I walk fear my very stones my whereabout present horror from the time which now seats with it while I threat he lives words too cold breath gives and it is done the battle invites me hear it not, don't you for it is a now that summons thee to heaven war to hell that which have made them drunk have made me bold what have quenched them have given me fire fuck peace it was the hour with its treat the fiddle bounding which gives the sternest good night he is about the doors are open and the surfeited rooms do mock their charge the snores I have drugged their possits that death and nature do contend about them whether they live or die who's there he could not had he not resembled my father as he slept I had done it I've not heard a noise I heard the owl scream and the crickets cried when? now as I descended it was a sorry sight a foolish thought to say a sorry sight I think in his sleep and the other cried murdered that they did wake each other I stood and heard them but they did say their prayers and addressed them again to sleep one cry God bless us and amen the other as they had seen me with these hanged hands I listened their fear I could not say they did say God bless us consider it not so deeply careful could I not pronounce it? I saw it would make us mad but I had to cry make bath shall sleep no more the innocent sleep the nits after I had sling of care the death of each day's life but mine's so labor's bath chief nourishing life's what do you mean? I'm still in crime make bath shall sleep I wash this blood feed from iron no this small hand would rather the multitudinous seas and carnodyne make in the green one that shame to wear a heart so knocking at the south entry retire me to our chamber set the seas how easy is it then? the constancy has left you unattended more knocking it's not known by sound knocking indeed if a man were quarter of hell gate he should have all turned in the key I'll have a chair here he'll sweat for it who committed treason enough for God's sake that could not be predicated to heaven I'll get the quarter in Oprah and some of all professions that go to primrose waves so late I pray you remember the quarter say sir we were carousing until the second clock and there are three things just to make a special report you're very certain you know this painting sleep and your entrance luxury sir it provokes unprovoked it provokes the desire and the performance therefore what trick may be sent to be an equivocator with luxury it makes them and it warms them it sets them on and takes them off it persuades them and it disharps them makes them stand true and not stand true in conclusion equivocates them in a sleep and giving him a lie leaves him I believe during Gabe D that I lasted that because I'm not stirring tomorrow no sir tomorrow both I think you can command me call time again I've almost slipped the hour I'll bring you to him I know this is a joyful trouble to you but yet this one the labor of the light and physics pair this is the door I'll make sure to call for two to my limited service goes king hence today he does he did a point sir there we lay our chains were blown down and as they say lamenting sir in the air strange screams of death and prophesying with accents terrible dire and bustling confused events new hatch the waffle time the obscure bird clamored the little some say the earth was feverish and it shaked it was a rough night my young memories cannot parallel and follow to it horror horror turn your heart can not conceive no name name what's the matter confusion now has made his masterpiece most sacrilegious murder has broke off the Lord's annoying temple and stolen the life of a building what is it you say the life chamber destroy your sight with a new garden do not bid me speak see and speak yourselves awake and do not know it source the fountain of your blood is stopped the very source of it is stopped do royal fathers made temperate and furious oil and neutral in a moment no man the expedition of my violent love outrun the pause reason here lay down he sealed her skin laced with his cold blood and his gas stats looked like a breach in nature for ruins wasteful entrance there the murderers in the colors of their trade their daggers unmanly breached with gore who could be afraid and have a heart to love and in that heart the courage to make his love love help me hunts I don't need to hold her tongues the most we clean the sergeant for hours it should be spoken here when our fate hit like an argobol we run in Russia sees us floods away tears are not yet rude nor our strong sorrow come for the motion look to the lady when we have our naked frail these head will suffer an exposure let us meet and question this most bloody piece of work you know it further spears and scruples shake us I stand in the great hand God against this unbolting pretence I fight against treasonous malice so you are and so do I let us put on manly readiness and meet in the hold welcome to death welcome to death just showing unfelt sorrow is an office which the false man does easily I'll take England our separate fortune shall keep us both the safer where we are there's murder and then smiles the near and blood the near and bloody and our safest way is to avoid the anger therefore of course and let us not be dainty of leave taking but shift away it is warranted at theft which steals itself when there's no mercy left we score in ten I can remember well within the volume of which time I have seen hours dreadful of this strange of this sore night at the trifle for no one's good lady sees the heavens as troubled with men's act present his bloody stage by the clock to stay and yet dark night strangles the traveling land is it night's predominance or the day's shameless darkness does the face of earth in tune when living life should kiss it because unnatural people like to be in this God on Tuesday last a falcon hours in your final place was by a mousin owl walked out and killed and Duncan's horses at thing most strange and certain beauties had swept the minions of their race turned wild in nature broke themselves flat out contending against obedience as they would make war with mankind too sad they ate each other they did so to the amazement of my eyes that looked at that it comes to good make death how does the world start now? see you not is it known who did this more than bloody deed? was that night have killed? last the day, what good could they pretend? it was the war Malcolm Donnelly King's own sons had stolen away the flag which was upon them a suspicion of a deed hence nature still a frivolous ambition that would bring another thing on life's means then it is most like the sovereignty we'll fall upon with that it's already named I'm going to school to be invested where is Duncan's body? carried a common kill the sacred storehouse of his predecessors and guardian of their bones will you just go? no, cause an out of fire I will deliver well may you see things well done there I do as our old roads if easier than a hundred years God's blessings come with you and those that will make food of bad and friends of foals King, cold and blond all is the weird women promised I fear that place most proudly for it and yet it was said it should not stand in my posterior myself should be the root and follower of many kings there come truth from them as upon thee make bet their speech is shy why by the verities on thee may they not be my oracle as well and hold me up in hope but hush no more here's our chief guest if he had been forgotten it had been as a gap in our great feast and all things unbecoming tonight we hold the solemn supper and I'll request your presence let your highness command upon me to which my duty is the most indissoluble time for ever knit ride you this afternoon I might be lord yet else desire your good advice which still hath been for great and prosperous in this day's council but we'll take tomorrow is it far you ride as far as my lord is we'll fill up the time to express in supper to not my horse the better I shall become a baller of the night for a dark hour or twenty they'll not our feast and I shall not my lord we hear our bloody cousin is bestowed in England not confessing his cruel parasite feeling his hear is of strange ventures but of that tomorrow when there with all we shall have cause of stage craving as journey how you don't horse a jeep till you return at night those flannes with you my good lord our congress call upon us wish your horses lift and shore of thought and so I do commend you to their backs master of her time till seven at night to make society the sweeter welcome we will keep ourselves till supper time alone till then God be with you attend those men our pleasure they are my lord without the palace gate bringing them before us to the gears and back to our state deep and in his loyalty of nature reigns that which will be feared it is much he dares and to that darkless temper of his mind he have a wisdom that to guide him about to act in safety there is none but he who might be feared and under him my genus as it is said Mark Antons was by Caesar he chid this systems but first they put the name of king upon me and bad them speak to him then prophet like him they hailed him far to a line of kings on my head they placed a fruitless crown and put a baron scepter in my grip then it is to be to be wretched within your life your son of mine succeeded in peace for bad both issue have I fired my mind for there the gracious Duncan have I learned put rancors into vassals of my peace only for them and my eternal jewel given to the common enemy of man to make them kings the seed of banquet and then so come face into the list and champion me to the utterance who's there now go to the door and wait till we call was it not yesterday we spoke today it was so he's behind us have you considered my speeches know that it was he in the times past which held you so under fortune which you thought had been our innocence of this I made good to you in our last conference how we passed the probation together how you were born and how crossed the instrument to rock with them and all these else half a soul in tune and no chancre say that's the banquet you've made it known to us I did so and went forth which is now our point a second meeting do you find your patience so predominant in your nature that you can let this go are you so gospeled to pray for this good man who's heavy hand have bound you to the grave and beg of yours forever we are a man my liege in the catalogue you go for me as hounds greyhounds mongrels spaniels curse chuffs otter rugs and demigods are cut all by the name of dogs the valued file distinguishes the swift the slow the silent the housekeeper the hunter and everyone according to the gifts which bound his nature have been enclosed whereby he does receive particular addition to the bill that writes them all alike and so of men if you have a station in the file not in the worst rank of man would and I will put that business in your bosom whose execution will take your enemies off and grapple you to the heart and love of us to wear his health or to sit in his life which in his death are perfect I am one my liege in the vile glows and buffets of the world have so in the sense I am reckless when I do just fight the world and I another so weary with disasters tugged with fortunes I would set my life on any chance to mend it or be rid of it both of you know that what was your aim I would in such bloody distance that every minute of his being thrust against my nearest of life and though I could with bare-faced power sweep him from my sight that I must not for certain friends which I both his and mine whose loves I may not drop but when I know his flaw that I myself have struck down then it is that I to your assistance do make love masking the business from the common eye for sundry weighty reasons perform what they grant us though our lives make your spirit shine through you within this hour of most I will advise you where to pledge yourselves acquaint you with the perfect spy of the time, the moment on it for it must be done tonight and something from the palace and with him you leave no rods, no botches in the work flag it with some that keeps it company whose absence is no less material to me than his father's must embrace the fate of that dark hour resolve yourselves apart I'll come to you now I'll come to you straight abide within it it is concluded by soul's flight if it find heaven must find it out tonight is Baincourt gone from the court? I'm Anna but return again tonight thinking I would attend his ledger for a few words matter my will but without content it is safer to be that which we destroy and by destruction dwell in doubt for joy oh now my lord why do you keep alone oh sorry mist fancies your companion's making using those thoughts which should indeed have died things without all remedy should be without regard what's done is done we have scotch the snake not guilty she'll clothe and be herself while I start poor mouths it means in danger of her former tooth but let the frame of things distort both the world stop and we will eat our meals in fear and sleep in the affliction of these terrible dreams that shake us nightly better be with the debt who we to gain our peace have said to peace then on the torture of the mind to lie in restless ecstasy peace grave to life's pitiful fever he sleeps well has done his worst nor steel nor poison mass domestic foreign money nothing! get touchy and fresh! enjoy your with your guests tonight oh shall I love so I pray to you let your remembrance apply to bankroll presenting enemies open with eye and tongue unsafe for a while that we must lay our honors in these flattering streams must leave this now noticed that bankroll his plans lives but in them nature's copies not eternal there's comfort yet there on the sailor there be thou drunken ere the bat hath flown his cloister flight ere the black-hanket summons the char-born beetle with his drowsy hounds hath run the night's yawning peel there shall be done the deed that's to be done the innocent of the knowledge dearest chuck till thou applaud the deed come, ceiling knight scarf up the tender eye a pitiful day and with thy bloody and invisible hand cancel and tear to pieces that great bond which keeps me pay makes wind to the rookie wood good things of the day begin to droop and drowns while night's black agents to their praise do drowns thou marvels at my words but hold these two things bad begun make strong themselves by ear really go with me and be joined with us who needs not our mistrust since he delivers our offices in the direction of justice then stand with us the West yet glimmers with some streets of day now spurs the late traveler a pace to gain the time in the air near approaches the subject of our march give a light there hear a voice stand to it it will be raining tonight let it calm down not the way we have lost this half of our say what has been done you know your own degrees sit down propose to last the hearty one thank you mademoiselle ourself the minimalist society and play the humble host our hostess keeps her stick requests from welcome pronounce it for me sir to all our friends for my heart speaks they are welcome see they encountered even their hostess but we are even on both sides here I'll sit in the midst be large and worth and on we'll drink a measure of the table round there's her on thee without there he within as he dispatched my lord and strode his cup that I give there down at the best of the couplets yet he's good that did the like for gladness thou didst it thou art the non-frug well most royal serve flamboyant as it comes my fit again it has been perfect whole as the marble pounded as the rock as broad and general as the casing air but now I am cabined confined bound into my saucy doubts and fears my bank was safe I am my good lord safe in a ditchy vise with 20 trenching gashes on his head the least of which thanks for that there the grown servant lies the worm that fled that nature that in time then will breed no teeth for the present gift he got for ourselves again my royal lord the cheer the feast is sold that is not often vouched while to the making to given with welcome past at home from thence the sauce to meet his ceremony meeting were bare without it sweet remember now good digestion wait on health and health on both sit here have you now our country's honor roofed with the grace person of our great court present who may we challenge rather for unkindness than pity for mischance his absence sure lays blank on his promise please at your highness to grace us with your royal company the table's full here's a place reserved sir where? which of you has done this seat as the fish's momentary upon thought he will again be well if much you note him you shall offend him and extend his fashion feed him regard him not ah can a bold one darest look upon that which you said led you to dunk him the flaws in start in pastures to true fear would well become shame a strange infirmity to those that know me come loving house to all then I'll sit down give me some wine to the general Doyle and to our dear friend Benchor whom we miss would he worthy to all and him with us and all to all approach that like the rugged Russian bear like a summer's cloud he will make me strange even to my true disposition when now I think that you can be all through science and keep the natural what sights my lord I pray you speak not he grows gross and worse question enrages him bad blood move the trees to speak augurs and other stew relations have by this night I'll say as thou denies his person at our great bidding did you send to me sir hear it by the way but I will send there's not one of them but in its house I keep a servant feed I will tomorrow at times I will to the weird sisters more shall they speak and now I am bound to know by the worst means the worst and my own god bled stepped in so far that should I wade no more returning to be as teedy as the war strange things I had ahead that wilted head which must be acted ever may be scared you lack the season of all natures sleep come wilted sleep my strange use how are you we are yet but young indeed strangely born the gracious Duncan was pitted at the bed married he was dead and the right valiant back home walked too late for plans, blood how monstrous it was from Malcolm and for Donovan to kill the gracious did he not stray in pious rage whether the slaves of him and the brawls of sleep was that not knowably done for it would have ended any heart alive to hear the man deny it so that I say and I do think that had he Duncan's sons under his key as heaven he shall know they should find work for it to kill a father social plans but peace and cause and words he felt his presence at the tyrant's feast I hear the dust that lives in his grave can you tell where he bestows himself the son of Duncan from whom this tyrant holds the dearth of birth lives in the English court and is received of the most pious Edward with such grace with the malevolence of fortune nothing takes from this high respect liberic that has gone to pray the holy king upon his aid of the umberland and warlike sewer that, by the help of these with him above to ratify the work we may again give to our tables neat sleep to our knights free from our feasts and piglets bloody knives to faithful homage and receive free honors all which we pine for now and this report hath so exasperated the king that he prepares for some attempt of war sent him himself he did and with an absolute sir not by the happy messenger turns his back and hums as who should say grew the time that clogs me with this answer well that might advise him to a caution to hold what distance his wisdom can provide some hold the angel fly to court England notice message here he come that a swift blessing may soon return to this our suffering country under hand of cursed I'll send my prayers with him and once the hedge be inclined it's the churches though the yestee waves confound and swallow navigation up though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down though castles topple on their warders head though the treasure of nature's Germans tumble all together answer me to what I ask though his heart might feel right but when we're born the power of man or none of woman born shall harm and live my duff what need I fear of you but yet I'll make a sure and stubble sure and take upon the fate and I shall not live then I may tell the spirit lies and sleep in spite of thunder what is this that rises like the issue of the king wears upon his baby brow the run and top of salvage listen but speak not tell impress the fork beat the tree unfix his earthbound root the bell is dead rise never till the woods of burden rise in our high place tell the beliefs of nature pay this breath of time you want to cast thrice to know one thing tell me if thy art can tell so much shall bankroll's issue ever reign in his kingdom then yet today points at their fate listen heard of you who wasn't came by led to England my drunk ex never or took unless the deed go with it shall be the first limbs of my hand and even now to crowd my thoughts with acts be a dot and die get to the edge of the soil his wife, his babes and all unfortunate souls I trace him in his line no more boasting like a fool this deed I'll do before this purpose cool no more sex where are these gentlemen come bring me where they are yes madam or his fear to leave his wife to leave his babes to leave his mansion and his titles the most diminutive of birds will fight her young ones in her nest against the owl all is the fear nothing is the love as little is the wisdom when the flight so runs against all reason my dearest cows I pray you school yourself but for your husband and best knows the fits of the season I do not speak much further what 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 but float upon a wild and violent sea each way and none I take my leave of you shall not be long till I'll be here again things at the worst will cease or else come up with what they were before pretty cousin blessing upon you he is and yet he's fatherless I am so much a fool should I stay longer it would be my disgrace and your discomfort I take my leave at once your father is dead and what will you do now how will you live with birds do you mother with worms and flies with what I get I meek and certain then poor bird thou net's never fear then that's no line to pick all nor the snare my father is not then for all your sin yes he is dead how will thou do for a father nay how will thou do for a husband why I can buy me 20 at any market then you'll buy me a cell again thou speaks with all thy wits can you get in faith with wits enough for thee my father a traitor mother I that he was what is a traitor why one that swears in lies and be all traitors that do so everyone that does so is a traitor and you must be hanged who must hang them why the honest man then the liars and swears are fools for their liars and swears enough to beat the honest man and hang up them oh no you'll have to help me poor monkey but you're getting rickford because you're not in worth good saying that I should quickly have a new father oh poor bachelor how thou talks bless you fair lady I am not you know but in your state of honor I am perfect I fear some danger thou approach you nearly if you will take it old woman's advice be not found here hence with your little ones to fright to the sweet things me thinks I am too savage, to do worse to you or felt cruelty, which is to nigh your person, heaven protects you. I dare by no longer. Within should I fly? I have done no harm? Yes, I remember now, the earthly worlds where to do harm is often laudable. To do good sometimes it could be dangerous folly. I then alas, do I put up that womanly defense and say, I have done no harm. Where is your husband? I open no place to unsacrify one of such thousand funs here. He's a traitor. Now what? That's shagger, villain. What? You, eh, you treachery! There we perced wisdom's empty, the other old, vast immortal sword. Like good men destroyed on fallen earth. You widows howl. You orphans cry. You sorrows strike heaven in the face that it resounds as if it felt with Scotland. Yell thou like syllable of trouble. But I believe I will, let no believe it. But I can write drafts that I shall find the time to find I will. What you have spoke. It may be so for chance. This tyrant, whose soul named blisters our tongue was once thought honest. You loved him well. He hath not touched you yet. I'm not treachery. But make bet is, that which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose. Though all things fowl would wear the brows of grace, yet Grace must still look so. I have lost my hopes. Chancey been there right to find my doubts. Why, in that rawness left to wife and child, those predestious motives, those strong knots of love, without leave-taking, you may be rightly just, whatever I shall think. Lead, lead for a country. Great tyranny, ladies, all thy basis sure of a goodness dare not check thee. Fare thee well, O Lord. It would not be the villainous things for the whole kingdom of the tyrant's grasp, and the rich heathed to speak not as an absolute out of view. I think our country's six feet beneath the yoke. If we sit bleeds in each new day, a gash is added to our wounds. I think with all there would be hands uplifted in my right. And here, from gracious England, hath I offered a goodly thousandth for all this. When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country will have more vices than it had before. More suffering, more thunderwaves than ever, by whom it shall succeed. What should he be? It is myself, I mean, in whom I, in all particular device, so brapid, that my name shall be opened. Black with Beth was seen as pure snow, and the poor state has seen him as a lamb being compared with my defying his harms. Not enough legions of hard hell could come at devil more damned and evils to top my Beth. I grant him bloody, luxurious, delicious, false, deceitful, sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin that has a name. There is no bottom, none, in my voluptuousness. Your wives, your daughters, your imagines, and your needs could not fill up the cistern of my lust. And my desire, all restraining impediments would o'erbear that did oppose my will. That every Beth in such and one terrain vows in temperance and nature is a tyranny. But fear not yet to take upon you what is yours. We have willing dames enough. There cannot be that vulture in you to devour so many as will to great and dedicate themselves to the most funding of soul incline. And yet there is in my most ill-composed affection such an avarice that for I came, I should cut off the rules for their land. Desire, his jewels in others' house, and mine more honey, would be as soft to make thee hunger more, that I should forge quarrels unjust with the good and loyal, destroying them for wealth. This avarice sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root than summer singing lost. But do not fear. All these are bearable with other graces, the way. But I have none. The King becoming graces is justice, verity, temperance, stableness, perseverance, loveliness, emotion, patience, might take them with relish than any of them, but the crown and the variety of each sub-opron acting it in any case. But the poor, the sweet, not the conquered, and the howl, uproar the universal peace confound all unity on earth. Scotland, Scotland. You set to underfit to govern speak? I was then spoken. If you'd govern, no, not to live. Oh, a nation miserable with an untitled tyrant body-septored. Mention a fousetide wholesome days again? Since the fairest issue of life thrown by his own interdiction stands accursed and does last feed his breed. Father was the most sainted king. A mother, a queen, that bore thee, oftener upon her knees and on her feet. Die yet, evils overbeaps upon myself and vanishes me from Scotland. Oh, rest, my hope ends here! Macduff, this dole passion, to howl of integrity, hath from my soul wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts to thy good truth and honor. Devilish big bath by many of these tricks hath sought to win me into his power. But God of all deal between thee and me. Even now I put myself to thy direction and speak my own detraction, hear of Jewel, the taints and blings I live upon myself, for strangers to my nature never was foresworn. His carestly accommodated what was learnable hath no time broke my faith. Even now between the devil to his fellow, and to like nimblest and truth and in life, what I am truly is dying in my poor countries to command. Whither indeed, before thy here approach, Old Seward with ten thousand more like men are to get to point with setting forth. Let us together, and the chance at goodness be like our war to quarrel. Why are you silent? For men own the welcome things at once. See who comes here, my ever gentle cousin, welcome hither. Stand, Scotland, for I did. Alas, poor country, almost afraid to know itself. It cannot be called our mother, but our grave, where violent sorrow seems a modern ecstasy. The dead men's now as their scarce asked for who, and good men's lives expired before the flowers in their cast, dying rare they sighing. What's the newest grief? Each minute seems a new one. How does my wife? Well, well. And all my children? Well, too. The tyrant have not battered at their peace? No, they were well at peace when I was a baby. Be not a miser of your speech, how goes it? When I came hither to transport the tidings, which I have had only born, there ran a rumor of many worthy fellows that were up in arms. Your eye in Scotland would create soldiers, may our women fight to doth their dire distresses. We hither at comfort, we are coming hither. Gracious singlin, tathontas kutsu, and ten thousand men. No older and a better soldier, none that Christendom gives out. What I could answer this comfort would like. But I have words that would be held out in the desert air where hearing should not lash them. What concern they? The general cause, or some single breast? No mind, that's honest, but then it shares some woe of the main part pertains to you alone. It would 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 get than you. Oh, I guess that is true. Your castle is surprised. Your wife and babes savagely slaughtered. To relate the manner were on the quarry of these murdered deer to add the death of you. What man? First of all, heaven, give sorrow words. The grief set does not speak bids, bids the orphar hardened, bids it break. Perhaps all that could be found. Not more speak from thanks. I like you too. I have said. Be comforted. Let's make us medicines of our great revenge. Cure this deadly grief. He has no children. Did you say all? Oh, heaven! The chickens ne'er damn it. One fell swoop. Dispute it like a man. I suppose you'll feel it. I cannot but remember such things one of the most precious to me. Not that I am. Not for their own demerits before mine. They'll slaughter under salt. He is the last time to thy sword. But grief convert to anger. Blunt not the heart and rage it. Oh, I could play the woman with my knives and the braggart of my tongue. Cut short all intuition. Front to front bring down the speed of scuttle and myself within my blade's length. Set him. If he's scared, heaven forgive him too. This too goes, man. Come. Go away to the king. Our power is ready. Our lack is nothing but our leave. Macbeth is right to shake me. And the power's above put on their instruments. To see what's here you may. The night is long but never finds the day. The night's watched with you, but you've received no truth in your report. When was it that she last walked? It's as mad as she put her hidden appeal. I have seen a rise from her bed, throw upon herself her night down, unlock her closet, take forth paper, write about it, read it, ask the wood, seal it, return it to her closet, and return it to her bed. All the while at the most fast sleep. Great perturbation in nature. To receive it once to benefit of sleep and to be effective watching. See, this slumbering agitation besides her walking and other action performances, what at any time have you heard her say? That's sure which I will not record after her. You mean to me it is most me you should. You know if she would want to anyway. Since I have no witness to confirm my report. Here she comes. This is her very eyes. And upon that very fast asleep. Observe her, your pulse. As her open. Aye, but there's sense in shot. That's what she does now. Look how she rubs her hands. This is an accustomed act she was when she was seeing us walking in her voice. I have seen her continue on this point. She speaks, I will sit down and come to her to satisfy my remembrance towards truly. Josie, wait, none of them come. Go to, go to. You have none but you should not. She has spoken, she should not. I'm sure of that. Heaven knows what she has known. Get early charged. I would not have such a heart and I'd go to the dignity of the whole body. No, no, no. For God's sake, be sir. This disease is beyond my practice. Yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep who have died wholeheartedly in their beds. Wash your hands. Put on your nightgown. Look not so pale. I tell you yet again, faithful bear knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come. Give me your hand. I'm done. Congratulations. Now the whisperings are abroad. There's no trouble. The affected minds of their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. More needs she did divine than the physician. Ah, let's forgive us all. Look after her. Remove from her all the mean of annoyance and still keep eyes upon her. So good night. My night she has perplexed and amazed my sight, I think. I cannot speak. Doctor, in the grim alarm, excite the mortified man. Dear Berger, dear Berger Wood, shall we well meet them. That way are they coming. I have a file of all the gentry. There is sewage, son, and many unruffed youths that even now protest their first of manhood. What's does the tyrant? Great Dunson ain't he strong with poor guys. Some say he's mad. Others, though, lesser hate him to call it valiant fury. But for certain, he cannot buckle his distempered cause within the belt of rule. Now does he feel his secret murder sticking on his hands. Now, minute he revolts, upgrade his meat breach. Those he commands move only in command, nothing in love. Now does he feel his title hang loose about him, like a giant's robe upon a dwarfish heel. Who then can blame his pestered senses to recoil and start. When all that is within him can damn it self for being there. Well, march beyond to give obedience where it is truly owed. Needs we the medicine of the sickly wheel and with him bore we in our country's purge each drop of us. Or so much as it needs to do the sovereign flower and drown the weeds. Make we our march towards vermouth. Ha-da! Let them fly where it would be counter-Dunson ain't he. I cannot teach them fear. The born-knock, was he not born a woman? The spirits that know all mortal consequences have pronounced me thus. Fear not, Smithbeth. No man, born a woman, shall have them fly for spades and mingle with the English apacures. The mind I sway by at the heart I bear shall never sag without your shit with fear. The devil dare me block the cream-faced loon where thou art. There is ten thousand soldiers, sir. Girl, soldiers, thy soul, those linen cheeks of thine are counselors to fear. The English force so please you. Exense when I behold in the other deceit me now I have lived long enough my way of life has fallen into the seer, the yellow leak and that which should accompany old ages of honor, love, obedience, troupes of friends they must not look to have but in their stead curses, not loud but deep, mouth on breath which the poor heart would deny. What is your gracious pleasure? What's news more? All is confirmed, my lord, which has been reported. I had a fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked. It is not needed. I have put you down. Send out no forces. Send out all the country out. Hand over that talk of fear. Doctor, how does thy patience? I'm not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick coming fancies that disturb her rest. Cure her in that cancer of not minister to a mind disease pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow raise out the written troubles of the brain in with some sweet, oblivious antidote cleanse that stuffed breast for the stuff which weighs upon the heart. Therein the patient must minister to himself. Don't visit to the dark. I'll land it. Water for my land. Find if it is thou or what permanent drug can scour the innocent. And, my good lord, your world preparation makes us hear something. Look at that, me. I will not be afraid of death and pain till Burnham Forest come to dance again. Rye from Duncelain away and clear, prostrate against your heart and draw me here. How's it? I hope the day's in here at hand. Shame is what we see. It's how it's nothing. What is this before us? We burn. Let each soldier come down a valve there in the forehand. Thereby shall we shadow the numbers of our hosts to make it shall be done. We learn that while the confluent tyrant keeps still in Duncelain and will endure our setting down for it. The time approaches that will, with due decision, make us know what we shall say we have and what we owe. Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate. Certain issue strokes for which the war are cast a strength to last each to score. Here let them lie till family and the aid you eat them up. Will they not join with some that should be ours? We might have met them, dare beer to beer to beat them backward home. It has been my senses when it cooled to hear a night sure. And stir as life were in it with all of us dying this familiar with my slaughtered thoughts cannot once stop me. The form of that cry of the queen my lord is dead. We should have died hereafter but then time for such a word and tomorrow creeps in this petty piss from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time and all our yesterdays had enlightened a great dusty book in shadow a poor player whose struts and frets is out upon the stage and then it's heard no more told by an idiot full of sound and fury signifying our case to use thy tongue thy story quickly. My lord, I should report that which I say I saw but know not how to say it. Say it! As I did stand my watch upon the hill I looked toward Burnham and anon me thought the wood began to move. Liar and say it! Let me endure your wrath if it be not so. Within this three miles you may see it coming. Say a move and grove. If thou speakst false upon the next tree shall thou hang alive to famine cleanly. If I speech be soothed I came out about thus for me as much. I pull in resolution and begin to doubt the accrualitation of the fiend that blurted and not to a burning wood you will count to thundering. And now a wood counts toward the tree about to disappear. There is no flying heads or towering here again to be weary of the sun and wish these states of the world were now one. I must fight the course whether he was not born a woman such over I am to fear or not. He is in a bed. And now himself do I count to ten or more hateful for a year. No, no more fear. I'll be slain with no humble skill at this stage to thaw at bed. I roast my blade with an unbattered edge I sheed again on deed by this great platter one of greatest no seems prudent and fortunate. I must gently render the tyrant's people on both sides to fight the noble planes fight bravely in the war. The day means almost itself professes yours and it is to do. Why should I play the Roman fool and die on my own sword? While I see lies yashes do better my soul is much charged with blood of thine. My blood, voices and my blade are bloodier given. My keen blade impress and must not yield to one of pulling board. Despair thy child let the angel whom thou still hest to serve tell thee Macduffles from his mother's womb on time be ripped. Tell me tells me so for I have counted my better part of man to kiss the ground before young mountain's feet and to be baited no burning wood be come to Dunsley be held by shield lay on Macduff and damn be him the first castle in the heart. The friends we missed were safe arrived some must go off and yet this is cheaply bought Macduffles you see and your worthy son. He was paid a soldier's debt he only lived but till he was a man in which no sooner had his prowess confirmed in the unshrinking station where he fought but he died. Then he is dead. Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth for then it hath no end. Had he his hurt before why then God's soldier be he that I as many sons as I have hares I could not wish him to a fairer death. And sir his now his no. It's worth more sorrow. That I'll spend on it. It's worth no more. They say he parted well and paid his score. So God be with him here comes newer comfort. Hail king so no art. The tyrants must see the compass with thy kingdom's pearl who speak my salutation in their minds whose voices I desire allowed with mine. Hail I'll not be long before we reckon with your several loves and make us even with you. My days in Kent henceforth be earls the first that ever Scotland in such an honour named what's more 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 this these cruel ministers of this dead butcher who just seemed like queen who as to his thought by self in violent hands took off for life. This and what needful else we are called upon to do by the grace of grace we will perform in measure time and place. So thanks to all at once and to each one whom we invite to see us crowned at schoom. Hail