[Prologue]



[Lady Macbeth:]

The raven himself is hoarse

That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan

Under my battlements



Come, you spirits

That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,

And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full

Of direst cruelty



Come to my woman's breasts, make thick my blood

And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers,



Come, thick night,

And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark To cry "Hold, hold'"



[Macbeth:]

We still have judgement here, that we but teach Bloody instructions which, being taught, return To plague th' inventor. This even-handed justice Commends th' ingredience of our poisoned chalice to our own lips. He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, strong both against the deed, then, as his host, who should against his murderer shut the door, not bear the knife myself.



[Decision]



[1]

No further shall we go

I've been honoured don't you know

I should stand by Duncan's side

Not kill the man in greedy pride

[2]

Did you not hope, did you not dream

The hero I knew like a coward does seem

Had I spoken as you did

There would be no mercy I would stick to it



[Bridge:]

The crown - my deeds

The men who do betray

The crown - my deeds

Every man must find his way



[Ref.:]

Husbandry in heaven

Fair is foul and foul is fair

Thunder cracks the sky

And there is evil in the air



Husbandry in heaven

Prophecies they turn to hate

Kill the king take the crown

Macbeth what is your fate

[3]

What man does I will dare

But for more I shall never care

Once you talked mischief to me

Thenyou were a man - wild and free

[4]

If we fail what will become

No way to hide what we've done

Screw your courage forget your fear

Stab him in his sleep the crown is so near



You screw your courage to the sticking place

You can do the murder with a smile on your face



[The Murder]



[Macbeth:]

Is this a dagger which I see before me,

The handle towards my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.

I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.

Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible

To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but

A dagger of the mind, a false creation

Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

I see thee yet, inform as palpable

As this which now I draw.

Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going,

And such an instrument I was to use.

I see thee still,

And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,

Which was not so before. There's no such thing.

It is the bloody business which informs

Thus to mine eyes.

Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse

The curtained sleep. Witchcraft celebrates

The weird sisters offerings,

The murder shall be done.

Thou sure and firm-set earth,

Hear not my steps which way they walk, for fear

Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,

I go, and it is done The bell invites me.

Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell

That summons thee to heaven or to hell.



[Epilogue]



As the owl shrieked with a single cut

I took his life I spilled his blood

So red are these hands like I 've never seen

So red are these hands will they ever be clean

I heard a voice it cried sleep no more

The king is dead his life spilled on the floor

Macbeth he takes the crown with blood on his hands

He shall sleep no more until the end



[Narrator:]

Oh Macbeth, you have it all now, just as the witches have promised, but you played most foully for it.

Suspicion of the murder however falls upon the king's sons, who flee to England accompanied only by a handful of loyal knights and Thanes, amongst them Macduff.

Macbeth the greatest of the Thanes and most respected man in Scotland is crowned at Scone to be the new king. But the secret knowledge of his treason and of the prophecies that Banquo has heard lie heavy on his soul....