Macbeth Murders Duncan
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- Slajd: 1
- *whispers quietly* The voices has't been speaking to me, telling me to draweth blood from the king. To paunch that gent and sloweth his heart to a completeth stand ho. Is this the right path? to endeth the life of a most wondrous king who is't hast hath brought prosp'rity to this ground. Nay, i might not but wend through to the endeth, t is f'r mine own future.
- Slajd: 2
- Most wondrous macbeth, what art thee doing h're so late? wherefore art thee holding a dagg'r in thy handeth? art thee well enow? doth thee needeth holp? bid not me thou art a trait'r as well? thee w're so a prosp'rous and most wondrous thane, wherefore wilt thee turneth down this path? wherefore art thee whisp'ring to yourself? art thee possesed? answ'r me macbeth!
- False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
- Slajd: 3
- Macbeth... I did trust thee... but thou art truly a most'r hiding in human flesh... beshrew thee... trait'r. *dies*
- What hath't i done? Wherefore hath't i done this? What evil forces hath't driven me to commit such an act? Is this a dream? Nay, this is very much real, wast this mine doing? Aye. Aye 't wast mine doing. I recall anon. *regains composure* i am mine most humble apology king duncan, but the heights of heaven or depths of hell wilt beest waiting for thee once thee close thy eyes. *exits*
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