Macbeth-Edited by Alexandra Loyd, Shima Sadaghiyani, Elizabeth Dyer, Katie Winters, Alex Cushman, Abby Choma lyrics

by

William Shakespeare


MACBETH
There's blood on thy face.

First Murderer
'Tis Banquo's then.

MACBETH
'Tis better thee without than he within.
Is he dispatch'd?

First Murderer
My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.
Most royal sir,
Fleance is 'scaped.

MACBETH
Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect,
But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?
First Murderer
Ay, with twenty trenched gashes on his head;
The least a death to nature.

MACBETH
There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled
Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
No teeth for the present. Get thee gone: to-morrow
We'll hear, ourselves, again.
Exit Murderer
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