Fair is foul, and foul is fair

Fair is foul, and foul is fair Let Macbeth live in all our prayer. Stir the cauldron till it’s nice and hot Have the witches burned and shot. Meet Macduff upon the field Let him come out victorious with his sword and shield. Crown him at the stone of Scone Let him take Duncan’s place on the throne. He is worth a lot more For he is of woman born. All hail the new king For all the victories he will bring. The fighting ground of Birnamwood Brings more tragedies than good. The treachery of the thane Can only bring torture and more pain. No way to get this blood off your hands, Lady Macbeth You are the reason of Duncan’s death. Live the guilty life Because you were the one that had the knife.