(Broderick / Conklin)
(MacBeth)
Banquo is gone, his soul I feel
My eyes are closed his words are real
So much to ponder, so much has changed
Not long ago I was a nobleman, now I am king
My lady and my guests await me in honor
My thoughts haunt me inside on the path I've laid
I shake with fear, his voice I hear
Banquo is dead, now he's in my head
He haunts my night. He haunts my day
Leave my mind, my friend; leave my guilt, I pray
Leave my lady; excuse our guests for you see I'm mad
Rid with guilt I've slain my friend, lost the bond we had
I must flee to the witches' place and give my mind rest
I fear more murder to do; we'll be put to the test
"MacBeth, MacBeth, MacBeth, Beware Macduff!
Beware the thane of fife! Dismiss me. Enough.
"Be bloody, bold, and resolute. Laugh to scorn
the power of man, for none of woman born shall harm MacBeth."
"Be lion mettled, proud, and take no kare
who chafs, who frets, or where conspirers are.
MacBeth shall never vanquished be till mighty
Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill shall come against thee."
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