Shakespeare's Three Witches

"Macbeth" has ended, the three witches hover above the stage.

First witch: A sticky end befits the tyrant king.

Second witch: Let Birnam wood be crowned anon.

Third witch: And a tired country respite bring.

All: For Macbeth is gone!

First witch: Untimely ripped his head.

Second witch: Not timely enough!

Third witch: Poor Duncan ripped from bed.

First witch: A king made of stronger moral stuff.

Second witch: Would be a joy more to break.

Third witch: Hath the limping prince enough discontent, flowing through a jealous vein?

First witch: For his brother's blood he'll take?

Second witch: We can brew the displeasure in our Donalbain.

Third witch: If upon our grim doorbell ring.

First witch: We'll brew a mixture fit to drink.

All: For the next tyrant king!

First witch: And the next,

Second witch: And the next,

Third witch: And the next.

First witch: For violence only begets more.

Second witch: And in curdled nest.

Third witch: Tyrant is born.

This was an assignment for my english class last year, I just really like it and thought I would post it.