King Of Scotland Duncan celebrates great victory

When the hurlyburly's done.

When the battle's lost and won.

Where the place?

By the old king's bar.

There to meet back there.

And history to make its tragic art.

Fair is foul and foul is fair, Who shall be Godfather's heir?

Good is black and white is damned, Who shall save the damsel fair?

Blood is thicker, went is spilt, Who shall cry at Duncan's milk?

Fair is foul and foul is fair, Who shall be Godfather's heir?

King of the hill, this celebration

is your satisfaction.

All is fair and fairly won. Victory is mine.

This crown fits tight around the town, which all now pays tribute to the one, the only, King.

Thus was this. Show me grace, and I shall show thee faith.

Women. Wine.

Bloody man is that.

'Tis I.

loyal soldier to thee, Duncan King, and my marshal comrade Banquo, both.

I must this humble state protest.

Why did Macbeth himself drive thirty of these enemies dispatched?

And not with ****** and tent.

'Tis so?

Yes, sir, until the thunderous rain will wash the bloodied street and clean your sovereign state.

Then thou art a soldier born, mine and mighty as a son.

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