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  • They have tied me to a stake i cant run away i have to stand and fight like a bear wheres the man who wasn't born from a woman he is the only one i am afraid of no one else.
  • What is your name.
  • You'll be afraid to hear it 
  • No i wont even if your the worst demons in hell.
  • my name is Macbeth
  • The devil himself could not say a name I hate more.
  • No nor could the devil say a name more frightening
  • You lie u disgusting tyrant ill prove with my sword that I'm not scared of you.
  • You were born from a woman. Swords don't frighten me. I laugh at any weapon used by a man who was born of a woman.
  • I'll either fight you Macbeth or else ill put down my sword unused  you must be over there by the great noise it sounds like one of the highest ranking men is being announced i hope i find him i ask for nothing more
  • The noise is coming from over there . Tyrant show your face if someone other then me kills you the ghost of my wife and children will haunt me forever i cant be bothered to fight these lame Soldiers who only fight for Money
  • Come this way my lord the castle has been surrounded without a fight Macbeth soldiers are fighting on both sides our nobleman battling bravely the victory is almost yours and it seems like there is not much left to do.
  • Our enemies fight as if they are trying not to hurt us.
  • Sir enter the Castle.
  • 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 then me.
  • Turn around you dog from hell, turn around!
  • You are the only man I have avoided. But go away now. I'm already guilty of killing your whole family.
  • I have nothing to say to you. My sword will talk for me. You are to evil for words.
  • You’re wasting your time trying to wound me. You might as well try to stab the air with your sword. Go fight someone who can be harmed. I lead a charmed life, which can’t be ended by anyone born from a woman.
  • 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.
  • Curse you for telling me this. You’ve fightened away my courage. I don’t believe those evil creatures anymore. They tricked me with their wordgames, raising my hopes and then destroying them. I won’t fight you.
  • I’m not going to surrender and have to kiss the ground in front of Malcolm, or be taunted by the common people. Even though Birnam Wood really did come to Dunsinane, and I’m fighting a man not of woman born, I’ll fight to the end. I’ll put up my shield and battle you. Come on, let’s go at it, Macduff, and damn the first man who cries, 'Stop! Enough!'
  • Then surrender, coward, and we’ll put you in a freakshow, just like they do with deformed animals. We’ll put a picture of you on a sign, right above the words “Come see the tyrant!”
  • I wish all of our friends could have survived this battle.
  • In every battle, some people will always be killed, but judging from the men I see around us, our great victory didn’t cost us very much.
  • Macduff is missing, and so is your noble son.
  • My lord, your son has paid the soldier’s price: death. He only lived long enough to become a man, and as soon as he proved that he was a man by fighting like one, he died.
  • Hail, king! Because that’s what you are now. Look, here I have Macbeth’s cursed head. We are free from his tyranny. I see that you have the kingdom’s noblemen around you, and they’re thinking the same thing as me. I want them to join me in this loud cheer, Hail, King of Scotland!
  • Hail, King of Scotland!
  • It won’t be long before I reward each of you as he deserves. My thanes and kinsmen, I name you all earls, the first earls that Scotland has ever had. We have a lot to do at the dawn of this new era. We must call home all of our exiled friends who fled from the grip of Macbeth’s tyranny, and we must bring to justice all the evil ministers of this dead butcher and his demon-like queen, who, rumor has it, committed suicide. This, and whatever else we are called to do by God, we will do at the right time and in the right place. So I thank you all, and I invite each and every one of you to come watch me be crowned king of Scotland at Scone.
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