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Briody / Conklin
MacBeth
Turn,turn Hellhound, turn and face your death
Your bloodline is over. By the name of MacBeth
MacBeth
I command the throne, none can defy
None of woman born, None of woman born
MacDuff
Foolish tyrant, you have no days left
Ripped from the womb at my mother's death
MacDuff
I am the doom you face in your dreams
MacBeth
Let steel ring out. d*mn thee who cries hold.
MacDuff
Your head my prize now. The prophecy foretold.
MacDuff
The tyrant's reign is at an end, Malcolm is king
All serve his name. Our solemn king.
Fate triumphs this day!