Ill take the
Ghosts word for a thousand pound
Not stands safe
With us, to let his madness rage
O my offence is rank,
It smells to heaven … a brothers murder
My stronger guilt
Defects my strong intent
Possessed of those effects
For which i did murder, my own crown mine own ambition , and my queen
O wretched
State
O blossom
Black as death
His liberty
Is full of threats to us all
Mad as
The sea and wind
He’s loved
By the distracted multitude
Disease
For like the hectic
In my blood he rages
The people muddied
Thick and unwholesome
Where the offence is
Let the great axe falls
A noble father lost
A sister driven to desperate terms
Was your father
Deer to you?