Macbeth

by: William Shakespeare

Act 4, Scenes 1-3

1
Double, double, toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
2
Be bloody, bold and resolute; laugh to scorn
The pow’r of man, for none of woman born
Shall harm Macbeth
3
From this moment
The very firstlings of my heart shall be
The firstlings of my hand
4
I think our country sinks beneath the yoke;
It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gash
Is added to her wounds
5
But I must also feel it as a man