Double, double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble...
All hail Macbeth, Thane of Glamis. All hail Macbeth, Thane of Cawdor. All hail Macbeth, king hereafter.
You will be the father of kings, but you will not be a king yourself.
What about me?
Yes, that's correct, I am Macbeth, Thane of Glamis.
But...I'm not Thane of Cawdor, nor am I in line to be king. I don't understand.
We will talk about this later.
He leaves tomorrow?
When does he leave?
Then he must never see tomorrow!
It's no use, Macduff! No man born of a woman can harm me!
Oh, boy.
That may be so, but I was C-sectioned!
HE'S DEAD?! YAY! LONG LIVE ME!
Macbeth the tyrant is dead! Hail Malcolm, the rightful king of Scotland!
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