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(MacBeth) Turn,turn Hellhound, turn and face your death Your bloodline is over. By the name of MacBeth (MacBeth) I command the throne, none can defy None of woman born, None of woman born (MacDuff) Foolish tyrant, you have no days left Ripped from the womb at my mother's death (MacDuff) I am the doom you face in your dreams (MacBeth) Let steel ring out. Damn thee who cries hold. (MacDuff) Your head my prize now. The prophecy foretold. (MacDuff) The tyrant's reign is at an end, Malcolm is king All serve his name. Our solemn king. Fate triumphs this day!
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