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The crown , my deeds |
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Like a burden does it seem |
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I stand all alone |
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In a dark and empty dream |
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Such is the bitter taste |
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Of the blarney outta hell |
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There was a life to waste |
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And the witches did it well |
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Here as I sit |
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On a cold and empty throne |
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The thanes, most men |
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All have fled |
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I am alone |
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Such is the bitter taste |
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Of my hopes about to fall |
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There was a life to waste |
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I see demons rising tall [Bridge:] |
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No use to run and hide |
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No use to run and hide [Ref.:] |
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Now as my dreams lie there in pieces |
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Where is the glory after all |
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Now as I stand amidst the ruins |
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I see demons rising tall |
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Demons rising tall |
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Still I am invincible |
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No fear in my heart there'll be |
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No man man of woman born |
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Shall have power over me |
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Yet there is a bitter taste |
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Of the madness that did fall. |
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I had a life to waste |
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I see demons rising tall [Macbeth:]</i> |
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They have tied me to a stake. |
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I cannot fly, but bear-like |
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I must fight the course. |
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What's he that was not born of woman? |
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Such a one am |
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I to fear, or none. [Young Siward:]</i> |
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What is thy name? [Macbeth:]</i> |
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Thou'lt be afraid to hear it. [Young Siward:]</i> |
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No, though thou call'st thyself a hotter name than any is in hell. [Macbeth:]</i> |
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My name's |
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Macbeth. [Young Siward:]</i> |
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The devil himself could not pronounce a title more hateful to mine ear. [Macbeth:]</i> |
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No, nor more fearful. [Young Siward:]</i> |
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Thou liest, abhorred tyrant. |
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With my sword |
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I'll prove the lie thou speak'st. [They fight, and young Siward is slain] [Macbeth:]</i> |
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Thou wast born of woman, but swords |
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I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, brandished by man that's of a woman bom. [Macbeth:]</i> |
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Why should 1 play the |
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Roman fool, and die on mine own sword? |
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Whiles I see lives, the gashes do better upon them. [Enter Macduff] [Macduff:]</i> |
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Turn, hell-hound, turn. [Macbeth:]</i> |
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Macduff, of all men else |
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I have avoided thee. |
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But get thee back. |
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My soul is too much charged with blood of thine already. [Macduff:]</i> |
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I have no words; |
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My voice is in my sword, thou bloodier villain than terms can give thee out. [They fight] [Macbeth:]</i> |
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Thou losest labour. |
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As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air with thy keen sword impress as make me bleed. |
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Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; |
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I bear a charmed life, which must not yield to one of woman born. [Macduff:]</i> |
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Despair thy charm, and let the angel whom thou still hast served tell thee |
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Macduff was from his mother's womb untimely ripped. [Macbeth:]</i> |
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Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, for it hath cowed my better part of man; and be these juggling fiends no more believed, that palter with us in a double sense, that keep the word of promise to our ear and break it to our hope. |
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I'll not fight with thee. [Macduff:]</i> |
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Then yield thee, coward, [Macbeth:]</i> |
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I will not yield to kiss the ground before your feet, and to be baited with the rabble's curse. |
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Though thou opposed being of no woman born, yet |
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I will try the last. |
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Before my body |
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I throw my warlike shield. |
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Lay on, Macduff, and damned be him that first cries: "Hold, enough!" |
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My fate may have turned to black but at least |
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I 'II die with harness on my back. |
