Double, double toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldron bubble
I don't know how you know the things you do, but I insist that you answer my questions. I command you in the name of whatever dark powers you serve. I don;t care if you unleash violent winds that tear down churches, make foamy waves overwhelm ships and send sailors to there deaths, flatten crops and trees, make castles fall down and on there inhabitants heads, make palaces and pyramids collapse, and mix up everything in nature. tell me what I want to know.
Macbeth!, Macbeth!, Macbeth!, beware Macduff, beware the throne of Fife, let me go. Enough!
Be violent, be bold and firm. Laugh at the power of other men, because nobody born from a women will ever harm Macbeth.
Then I don't need to kill Macduff. I have no reason to fear him. But even so i'll make doubly sure. I'll garuntie my own fate by having you killed, Macduff. That way I can conquare my own ear and sleep easy at night
But brave like a lion and proud. Don;t even warry about how hates you, who resents you and how conspirs agiants you . Macbeth will never be defeateded untill Birnam Wood marches to fight you at Dunsinane Hill.