Oh crap. I either have to go through over over Malcolm
Malcolm, you are now prince of Cumberland and MacBeth, you are welcomed here by becoming Thane of Cawdor.
Come you spirits who assist murderous thoughts, take away my womanhood and fill me with deadly cruelty! Thicken my blood and stop up my veins so I can't feel pity so that no human compassion can stop my vicious plan or prevent me from completing it.
Come to my woman's breast and turn my milk into poison, you murdering demons, wherever it is you wait invisibly, waiting to do evil! Come, thick night, and shroud the world in the darkest smoke of hell so that my razor-like knife can't see the wounds its cut open, and heaven can't peep through the darkest to cry "No!Stop!"
All the trouble we take for you, even if it were doubled and then doubled again, is nothing compared to the honors you have put upon our family.