Lyrics:

(Scene 1, Witches Perspective)

Fair is foul
Foul is Fair
Hover through the fog and filthy air

(Scene 2, Duncan's Perspective)

The Thane of Cawdor has fallen
No more shall he deceive our intimate trust
Sentence the traitor to his final day
And present MacBeth the honor of taking his place

(Scene 3, Witches Perspective)

Thane of Glamis
Thane of Cawdor
Oh, what awaits for you and your friend
Whose offspring shall inherit the throne that you take by force

(Scene 4, MacBeth's Perspective)

The Prince of Cumberland! That is a step
On which I must fall down, or else overlap
For in my way it lies, stars hide your fires
Let not light see my black and deep desires

(Scene 5, Lady MacBeth's Perspective)

I must set aside all feminist tendencies
That prevent us from earning what is rightfully ours
Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts
Unsex me here, and fill me with the direst cruelty
Stop up the access and passage to remorse
For Remorse is The Course of Failure

(Scene 7, Lady MacBeth's Perspective)

What sort of man would run from this opportunity?
You filthy coward, leave the plans to me
We'll frame the guards, it's so perfect, see?

(Scene 6, Lady MacBeth's Perspective)

Everything that we've prepared is just for you
You're welcome for buttering up your final day

MacBeth (Act 1)

Lyrics:

Scene 1

DOCTOR: A great perturbation in nature, to receive at the benefit of sleep and do the effects of watching! In this slumbery agitation, what, at any time, have you heard her say?

GENTLEWOMAN: That, sir, which I will not report after her.

DOCTOR: You may to me, and 'tis most meet you should

GENTLEWOMAN: Neither to you nor anyone, having no witness to confirm my speech. Lo, here she comes!

DOCTOR: How came she by that light?

GENTLEWOMAN: Why, it stood by her. She has light by her continually; 'tis her command.

DOCTOR: You see, her eyes are open.

GENTLEWOMAN: Ay, but their sense is shut.

DOCTOR: What is it she does now? Look how she rubs her hands.

GENTLEWOMAN: It is an accustomed action with her to seem thus washing her hands. I have known her continue this a quarter of an hour. Hark, she speaks!

LADY MACBETH: Out, damned spot! Out, I say! One, two, why then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie! A soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who konws it, when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have so much blood in him?

Scene 2/3

MACBETH: English forces approach. And these traitors have joined them. To hell with them, for no man born from a woman can harm me. Dunsinane castle shall not fall on this day.

Scene 4

SIWARD: Macbeth is a tyrant, we join in the hopes that he'll fall and we'll occupy Dunsanine Castle. Let's cut down a bough of the forest and march in disguise. Industrious soldiership. The time approaches that will with decision make us know what we shall say.

Scene 5

SEYTON: The Queen, my lord, is dead

MACBETH: Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. Life is a tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. And now that Birnam Wood moves, my days are numbered, but I shall fall with honor.

Scene 6

MACBETH: Make all our trumpets speak. Give them all breath. Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.

Scene 7

MACBETH: Thou was born of a women. And thus, another victim of my reign. Your father's revolted, a traitorous cult is reason enough for you to be slain.

Scene 8

MACBETH: I shall not fall by my own hand. I fight to my death, to now, this day, of your final breath. From your mother's womb, untimely ripped. But I wonder if you are the prophecy told to me, couldn't be.

Scene 9 

ROSS: Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt. He only live but 'till he was man, but like a man he died.

SIWARD: Then he is dead?

ROSS: Ay, and brought off the field. 

SIWARD: Had he his hurts before?

ROSS: Ay, on the front.

SIWARD: Why then, God's soldier be he! Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death, and his knell is knoll'd.

ALL: Hail, King of Scotland! Flourish.

Cixelsyd