macbeth

Why should I play the Roman fool and die On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them.

Why should I commit suicide like one of the
ancient Romans? As long as I see enemies of
mine alive, I would rather see my sword wound
them than me.

Turn, hellhound, turn!

Turn around, you dog from hell, turn around!

Of all men else I have avoided thee.
But get thee back. My soul is too much charged
With blood of thine already. You are the only man I have avoided. But go
away now. I’m already guilty of killing your whole
family

I have no words.

My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villain

Than terms can give thee out!

I have nothing to say to you. My sword will talk for

me. You are too evil for words!

Despair thy charm,
And let the angel whom thou still hast served
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother’s womb
Untimely ripped. You can forget about your charm. The evil spirit
you serve can tell you that I was not born. They
cut me out of my mother’s womb before she
could bear me naturally.

Why should I play the Roman fool and die On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them.

Why should I commit suicide like one of the
ancient Romans? As long as I see enemies of
mine alive, I would rather see my sword wound
them than me.

Turn, hellhound, turn!

Turn around, you dog from hell, turn around!

Of all men else I have avoided thee.
But get thee back. My soul is too much charged
With blood of thine already. You are the only man I have avoided. But go
away now. I’m already guilty of killing your whole
family

I have no words.

My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villain

Than terms can give thee out!

I have nothing to say to you. My sword will talk for

me. You are too evil for words!

Despair thy charm,
And let the angel whom thou still hast served
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother’s womb
Untimely ripped. You can forget about your charm. The evil spirit
you serve can tell you that I was not born. They
cut me out of my mother’s womb before she
could bear me naturally.

Why should I play the Roman fool and die On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them.

Why should I commit suicide like one of the
ancient Romans? As long as I see enemies of
mine alive, I would rather see my sword wound
them than me.

Turn, hellhound, turn!

Turn around, you dog from hell, turn around!

Of all men else I have avoided thee.
But get thee back. My soul is too much charged
With blood of thine already. You are the only man I have avoided. But go
away now. I’m already guilty of killing your whole
family

I have no words.

My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villain

Than terms can give thee out!

I have nothing to say to you. My sword will talk for

me. You are too evil for words!

Despair thy charm,
And let the angel whom thou still hast served
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother’s womb
Untimely ripped. You can forget about your charm. The evil spirit
you serve can tell you that I was not born. They
cut me out of my mother’s womb before she
could bear me naturally.