Armed Head, Bloody Child

The multiplying villianies of Macbeth

Began a fresh assault.

I feel now the future in the instant;

Nature has been tempest-toss’d,

The hurlyburly’s done,

Execution on Duncan.

It was a dagger which he saw before him,

And thus must do, if thou have it.

So it was Macbeth’s bloody business,

Macbeth’s done deed,

Macbeth’s filthy murder.

This horrid image doth unfix my hair.

But “brave” Macbeth seems rapt withal,

So let us speak our free hearts each to other.

Leave all the rest to me.

Stop up the access, I’ll do,

Fix his head upon our battlements, I’ll do,

And bind The Prince of Cumberland upon Malcolm, I’ll do,

For fair is foul, and foul is fair.