ACT 6 Scene 1
ENTER WITCHES IN BURNAM WOOD.
Scotland's tyrant vanquished by thy crowned child. Soon his thoughts also shall turn to be wild.
A new tyranny this shall bring. Brought from images of prior crowned king.
Every thought and dream of Macbeth, will bring forth many of untimely death.
Arise old tyrant, awake Macbeth.
Malcolm's reign shall heal the land, but the old king's misfortunes shall turn his hand.
The crown was spoiled once first tyrant had spoken word.
Now it burns with a flame absurd.
Arise old tyrant, awake Macbeth.
ACT 6 Scene 2
Castle Dunsinane. Enter Malcolm and Donaldbain.
The crown has given me many rolls. Taking upon foul ghosts I hath not thought of one.
Speak. Thou has mixed images upon thy face. Does the king feel ill?
Aye, sickness has come over me amongst the years. Visions of the old king haunt my mind. I find myself awoken in the night to the sight of he, holding a dagger above me many times. Visions of him slaying innocent Duncan fill my memory more and more as the sun sets and rises and sets again.
Such a horrid tyrant was he, a fear of his return is sure believed to be possible.
I felt his touch upon my skin. Alas, he stands before me now.
(Enter Macbeth's ghost)
I watched your life leave you, now exit here at once!
I see nothing but a mad soul waving to the wind. Perhaps thou should attempt rest.
Do not mock me with the blood of your throat, you foul being. Your tyranny has ended, you do not belong here.
Me? Tyrant? You speak as though I were last crowned.
Your flame was put out once, I shall let it burn no longer.
(Malcolm raises his sword)
Do not aim your blade to me, I have done nothing wrong to you.
Never shake thy gory locks at me!
(Malcolm kills Donaldbain)
What hath I done? Thy own blood, slain before my eyes, accountable to the tyrants sorcery. To which I had done, I had become. A tyrant hath worn his crown, and a tyrant it makes of me. Macbeth's breath still exhales from the diamonds. The crown of Scotland has surely been poisoned by the evil three.
Act 6 Scene 3
Outside Dunsinane castle. Fleance approaches King Malcolm, who was traveling to Burnam wood to speak with the witches.
Thou once put together a group of ten thousand many to halt a monster in it's tracks. A monster who had once acted as you had begun acting as of late. The demon you hath attempted to slay has taken you over.
Tyrant? Monster? Demon? Your words are cold and unwise, son of the dead. What makes you believe your words to be true, when thou was never in place to rule?
Before my father was murdered by previous kings rule, we spoke of a prophecy spoken by the three you are travelling towards. They had told my father that he would father a king.
What? Thou are mistaken. I am the promised leader of Scotland, no young blade shall slay me. The three I seek have given me eternal crown.
They have given you time with the throne, thy time is complete.
(Fleance and Malcolm lift their swords and fight. Malcolm is killed.)
You're cruel actions end here, young monster. No more shall Scotland be ruled by yet another ill being.
Act 6 Scene 4
Enter the three witches, again in Burnam wood.
Another king has fallen due to hauntings of Macbeth. Another crown shall haunt and cause a tyrants death.
Scotland will never again see proper a crown. Nor will the castle of Dunsinane ever be broughten down.
The walls have been covered in poisoned breath. The crown has been darkened by the blood of Macbeth.
Fair is foul and foul is fair.