Macbeth

Now thy battle’s won and thy traitor slain. The good King’s son is princely heir anew And honor is due to the worthy Thane. Beware, for envy oft forgets virtue. The trusting master visits loyalty Alas! False friend is he, we are to learn Treasonous betrayal we are to see Glory dies young whilst thy greed is eterne. Power, that corrupt foe, brought greed and hate And whispered in thine ear of blood and death For three weird sisters vowed he would be great. Blood will flow from the dagger of Macbeth. Think not upon’t else the heart will grow cold For death is the end of such tales of old.