Tragedy Of Macbeth — Jag Panzer

Briody / Conklin

Three Sisters

We three sisters, weird sisters indeed Plant in Mac Beth the tyrant's seed As it grows from thane to king Deceit and murder is reaped

Macbeth

The sister's prophecy has won me title of thane Yet I feel I'm so much more, my lady feels the same I can be king with just a daggers thrust Careful planning and this bloody deed is done I cannot commit alone my lady must attend Together we will wear the gowns of royalty in the end

Duet- Macbeth & Lady

We can do all things. Hand in hand We can live as kings. Hand in hand

Macbeth

This night together we commit this bloody deed No one will suspect us in doing such a thing We'll place the blame on the servant we shall kill. Leave no witnesses and erase our guilt We are so clever none shall suspect On the marrow they will place the crown on my head

Duet- Macbeth & Lady

We can do all things. Hand in hand We can live as kings. Hand in hand

Macbeth

We have been betrayed. Banquo; our trusted friend Suspects our plot to be rulers of this land Banquo you're life will be rid of this world I shall not regret. Our innocence protect

We can do all things. We can live as kings. We can do all things. We can live as kings.

Macbeth

I must seek the sisters to guide me in my plight There must be more. I go this night

Three Sisters

We see apparitions. Three that show their face Beware MacBeth, Beware MacBeth.

We can do all things. We can live as kings. We can do all things. We can live as kings.

Macbeth

Destroy Macduff on this very night I am MacBeth, none can defy

Macduff

Join me young Malcolm, rid me of this bane. Standing together we will seize Dunsinane.

We can do all things. We can live as kings. We can do all things. We can live as kings.

We can do all things. We can live as kings. We can do all things. We can live as kings.

Lady Macbeth

I cannot rid my mind of guilt the stains of blood will not wash clean Tonight I end this nightmare I've made and finally rest in peace

Macbeth

Damn my heart, my lady is gone all we've made has turned to ash I will avenge her death on Macduff's head. No man shall take me. None of woman born!

Macbeth

Birnham wood is growing My world comes crashing down None of woman born will take me.

Macduff

Ripped from the womb was I.