(Enter Macbeth) Macbeth: what is my life but a life inlived warmth and hope my tale not does give (Enter Macduff and Malcolm) Macduff: Face thy death, thy rat-faced man, So that none can then say the wound I inflict was not given justly Malcolm: Face the face of your crime, false king. Turn now and see the steel forged in the fire of thy unholy deeds (Macbeth turns, slowly and deliberately) Macbeth: And now might the life unlived meet its end at the hand of a life thou may…
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