Macbeth: Act 5 Scene 3-7
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- I would fear no one. "The mind I sway by and the heart I bear shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear"
- Let them come! I will fight with everything that I've got. "from my bones, my flesh be hack'd." Now give me my armour!
- To be precise, the English army Sir!
- The armour is not needed yet Sir!
- Ten thousand soldiers Sir!
- It appears she's suffering from hallucinations, and is being delusional which is causing her to loose sleep
- No Sir, there's not much I can do. Only she can cure herself of this illness
- Aaahh!. "Oh damned spot!" What's wrong with me.
- Can't you cure her of all her pain and sorrow. Perhaps an "oblivious antidote" to make her feel better
- Fellow cousins, I hope that with the battle ahead, we'll be able to sleep peacefully
- Which woods are we in?
- The Wood of Birnam master!
- Psst! I doubt it!
- "Let every soldier hew him down a bough" Therefore we can conceal ourselves so we won't be discovered
- It would be done master!
- "We learn no other, but the confident tyrant". Let's now set up our camps before us
- The time is approaching which will tell us what we have and what we are missing. "Towards which advance the war"
- Aaaahh!
- Aaaahh!
- What is that noise? I had almost forgot what fear tasted like, "To hear a night-shriek and my fell hair...Direness familiar to my slaughterous thoughts
- I'm sorry to inform you Sir, but the queen ... is dead!
- Why did she have to die today of all days. Couldn't she have died perhaps after the battle had conceded
- As I stood at my post, I saw the woods which began to move towards the castle, my Lord
- LIAR AND SLAVE!
- Ay! If what you say is false, I swear I'll hang you alive upon the next tree I find. Anyway, let's go fight!
- I would endure your wrath if it were not true
- "Make all trumpets speak; give them all breath... harbingers of blood and death"
- You, my worthy uncle along with your son would lead the first battle. Macduff and I would handle the rest "according to the battle plan"
- You would be too afraid to hear it.
- Hey, What's your name!
- HAHAHAHA! You were born from a woman. I smile at swords and laugh at weapons "Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born"
- I will either kill you, Macbeth or leave my sword in it's case "with an unbatter'd edge"
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