Here you are then…
Intoducing Lady Macduff and son.

Theirs is an unhappy fate.

First Murderer
Where is your husband?
LADY MACDUFF
I hope, in no place so unsanctified
Where such as thou mayst find him.

First Murderer
He’s a traitor.
Son
Thou liest, thou shag-hair’d villain!
First Murderer
What, you egg!
Stabbing him
Young fry of treachery!

Son
He has kill’d me, mother:
Run away, I pray you!
Dies

Exit LADY MACDUFF, crying ‘Murder!’ Exeunt Murderers, following her
January 22nd, 2006 at 7:21 pm
that is all that needs to be said. no words can really be used to say how amzing this is
ino i’ll express it through dance
(*)dances the “amzing” dance(*)