Macbeth

• unseamed him from the nave to the chaps and fixed his head upon our battlements
• stars hide your fires let light not see my black and deep desires
• is this a dagger which I see before me? the handle toward my hand
• Will all great neptunes ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No
• we have scorched the snake not killed it
• never shake thy gory locks at me
• ill make assurance double sure ... thou shalt not live
• Ill fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked
• the usurpers cursed head