When the battle's lost and won
Noble Macbeth shall be king
Cannot be ill; cannot be good
Can the devil speak true?
To be king stands not within the prospect of belief
Macbeth cannot break an absolute trust
Thy is too full o' the milk of human kindness
Thou wouldst be great
Chastise all that impedes thee from the golden round
Discomfort swells,
Fatal vision,
A dagger of the mind
O horror!
Murder and treason!
Our royal master's murder'd
What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won
Yet it was said, thou play'dst most foully for't
Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark
and teach the inventor even-handed justice
