I dreamt last night, many dreams
and wicked dreams abuse my curtain'd sleep.
Dark night strangles the travelling lamp,
and strange inventions did take shape.
I dreamt of blood and drops of sorrow,
ingrediants of our poisoin'd chalice.
I am Thane of Glamis.
Thunder, lightening, and in rain,
we saw careless trifle.
I am Thane of Cawdar
Neptune's ocean wash this blood,
and summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
The earth hath bubbles, as the water has
and shown was I, stranges images of death.
I am King of Scotland.
The battles lost and won,
who dare recieve it other.
These images, grapples you to the heart and love of us.
Come, lets away, let the frame of things disjoint.
Both the world's suffer.
Come, well to sleep, this night I'll spend unto a dismal and fatal end.
Sleep shall neither night nor day,
for something wicked comes this way.
Good night.
