THE CLOWNS' MACBETH
This light‑hearted clowns' version of
Shakespeare's "Macbeth" is intended for secondary school students who
have already studied the original.
It is a play for four clowns; three males and a
female. It was performed by Adelaide clown troupe Magick Circus, in South
Australian schools in 1983, 84 and 85.
It is a gross travesty of the real "Macbeth"
and I am quite certain that Shakespeare would have loved it. It is intended to
give students the idea that it is quite all right to be irreverent with The
Bard, provided you know what you are doing.
The four ratbag, desperate clowns are the self‑titled
SIR JOHN FEELGOOD, leader of the troupe, PUCK, who aspires to become leader,
PUMPKIN, a well‑meaning young woman, and FLEABAG, who is very keen but a
trifle slow.
In the original production, all music and offstage
sound effects were provided by the cast, adding to the impression of a hard‑up
troupe of medieval style travelling players. We used guitar, snare drum,
clarinet and mandolin onstage, and a variety of percussion instruments, bells,
clackers and whistles backstage. This style is recommended, but a keyboard
player might be an asset in a school production.
All the characters except Macbeth, Lady Macbeth and
the occasional messenger wear signs bearing their names in large letters around
their necks, so that both the audience and they themselves will remember who
they are.
In attempting their different roles, the clowns should
go for extreme characters, believing that the audience will really think they
are different people. They can be old, young, limping, (our Banquo had an
American accent), melodramatic, etc. They should also dress differently for
each character, using hats, whiskers, etc, as silly as possible.
The parts are split up in the following way:
SIR JOHN: Macbeth, Voice Off (Act 5 Sc 2).
PUCK: Banquo, Ross, Malcolm, Macduff, Apparitions,
Rosencrantz & Gildenstern.
PUMPKIN: Lady Macbeth, Duncan, Messenger.
FLEABAG: Witches, Soldier, Other, Messenger, Porter,
Murderers.
At the start of the play, the clowns believe they have
been booked to perform their tatty cabaret show, not realising that the school
is expecting "Macbeth".
WAYNE ANTHONEY, April 1990.
MACBETH ‑ PREAMBLE
[ The actors enter one at a time, freeze and stare
open‑mouthed at the audience, as if caught by surprise. They hold the
freeze for quite a while. SIR JOHN enters last, carrying a large prop box
containing the name signs. Then, rhythm starts for OPENING SONG.]
OPENING SONG. (SEE SONGS AT END)
SIR JOHN: Right, come and get your parts. (Reads from
list) Pumpkin? Lady Macbeth.
[ She ponces about happily. Others applaud.]
PUCK: Who's playing Macbeth?
SIR JOHN: Puck.
PUCK: Me? (Thinking he's Macbeth)
SIR JOHN: Banquo. (Gives him a sign with BANQUO on it.)
PUCK: Thanks. At least I get to go home early.
SIR JOHN: And also....
PUCK: Yes?
SIR JOHN: Ross, Malcolm and Macduff.
PUCK: Oh thanks. (Takes signs from SIR J in a huff.)
Who's playing Macbeth?
SIR JOHN: Fleabag.
PUCK: Fleabag!!!
SIR JOHN: Fleabag, you are the three witches, the two
murderers, the porter, most of the messengers and thousands of soldiers.
[ FLEABAG reacts appropriately as each character is
called.]
FLEABAG: (Pause) Bloody hell.
OTHERS: Language!
FLEABAG: Right . Better rattle me dags then. (Fast
exit.)
SIR JOHN: Pumpkin?
PUMPKIN: What?
SIR JOHN: You're King Duncan, Punkin.
PUMPKIN: No, I'm Lady Macbeth. (Practicing) Out Spot,
you whacker....
SIR JOHN: (Handing her a sign reading, K. DUNCAN) Well
you have to be Duncan too. We're short.
PUMPKIN: Oi'll do me best, sir.
PUCK: Look! Who is playing Macbeth?
SIR JOHN: (Innocently) Macbeth? Oh dear, nearly
forgot. Oh well, I'll fill in there.
PUCK: HUH!
SIR JOHN: Now don't get off your bike. I've got a very
important part for you. I want you to be prompt.
PUCK: Prompt? Prompt? I was here before you!
[ PUCK tries to exit in a huff, but runs into FLEABAG
who enters with a bloodcurdling cry, carrying an extremely bad cardboard
cauldron. He sets it centre stage and prances around it, hooting and cackling.]
SIR JOHN: Hoi! HOI! What's going on?
FLEABAG: Act 1, scene 1. Three witches.
SIR JOHN: (Rolls eyes) My god. All right. What's that?
FLEABAG: The cauldron. What d'you think?
SIR JOHN: Where's that nice brass one?
FLEABAG: Remember, we had to flog it in Whyalla for
petrol money.
SIR JOHN: Hmph. I dunno...O well, come on. Take your
places. And do your best.
[ All exit. FLEABAG dons witches' costume, while
others provide weird noises on instruments as explained.]
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ACT 1 SC 1 ‑ THE THREE WITCHES
[ FLEABAG plays the three witches. A three‑headed
puppet device, with his head in the middle and Muppet‑type puppet heads
on his hands, all in a big black bag costume. FLEABAG provides the voice of W2.
W1 and W3 are done by other cast members, offstage. Should be very obvious.]
W1: When shall we three meet again? W2: In thunder,
lightning and in rain. W3: Where the place? W1: Upon the heath. W2: There to
meet with Mac‑beath. W3: Anon! ALL: Fair is foul and foul is fair. Hover
through the fog and filthy air. W1: Look, here's a broomstick!
[ They bestride a broomstick and kick‑start it.
Motor noise done with a kazoo. Broom doesn't start. They try again, but no
better.] W2: We're too heavy. We'll have to walk. Why didn't you bring your own
transport? I told you I wanted a Motor Guzzi....
[ They walk off, arguing.]
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ACT 1 SC 2 ‑ DUNCAN, MALCOLM, OTHER
[ It should be obvious that DUN and MAL are playing
ponderously, waiting for FLEABAG to change out of his witches gear.]
DUN: (Pointing off.) What bloody man is that? Can he
report, as seemeth by his plight, of the revolt in its newest state?
MAL: (Pointing off.) This is the sergeant who like a
good and hardy soldier fought 'gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend! Say to
the king the knowledge of the broil as thou didst leave it. I go. (Exits)
OTH: (Limps in, props, plays for sympathy. Our OTHER
wore a dartboard on his arm for a shield. He does his lines very poorly.)
Doubtful it stood, as two spent swimmers that do cling together and choke their
art. The merciless Macdonwald, worthy to be a rebel for that the multiplying
villainies of nature do swarm upon
him from the Western Isles of kerns and gallowglasses
is supplied.....
DUN: (Having become more and more impatient)
AAAARRRRGGGHHHH! Sorry. What of Macbeth?
SOL: Done real well.
DUN: (Patronising) That's all I wanted to know.
SOL: But mark, king of Scotland, mark. No sooner had
justice armed, but the Norwegian lord began a fresh assault. And pepper...
DUN: Dismayed not this our captains, Macbeth and
Banquo?
SOL: Aye, my liege, as sparrows eagles, or the hare
the lion.
DUN: Good. Then...
SOL: (Warming to the theme) If I say sooth, I must
report they were as canons overcharged with double cracks; so they doubly
redoubled strokes upon the foe...
DUN: Most excellent...
SOL: Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds
or...
DUN: SHUDDUP! SHUDDUP!
SOL: (Limps off) Huh! Lot of thanks I get. Lost me leg
in battle...
ROSS: (Enters) God save the king!
DUN: Thankyou. Whence camest thou, worthy thane?
ROSS: From Fife, great king, where the Norwegian
banners flout the sky and fan our people cold. Norway himself, with terrible
numbers, assisted by that most disloyal traitor, the Thane of Cawdor...
DUN: Not the THANE OF CAWDOR!
ROSS: Yes, the THANE OF CAWDOR...began a dismal
conflict. ( DUN eyes him malevolently, daring him to launch into a big speech)
... But to conclude, the victory fell on us.
DUN: No more that THANE OF CAWDOR shall deceive our
bosom interest. Go, pronounce his present death. And with his title
greet...MACBETH.
ROSS: I'll see it done.
DUN: What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.
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ACT 1 SC 3 ‑ THREE WITCHES, MACBETH, BANQUO
[ The witches spin on, out of control.]
W2: Where hast thou been, sister?
W1: Killing swine.
W3: Sister, where thou?
W2: (The middle one) A sailor's wife had chestnuts in
her lap, and mounch'd and mounch'd and mounch'd. 'Give me', quoth I. 'Aroint
thee, witch', the rump‑fed runyon cries. Her husband's to Alepo gone,
master of the Tiger. But in a sieve I'll thither sail, and like a rat without a
tail I'll do, I'll do, I'll do!
W1: I'll give thee a wind!
W3: And I another.
W2: Th'art kind. I myself have all the other. And the
very ports they blow,all the quarters that they know, th' shipman's card will
show. I shall drain him dry as hay; sleep shall neither night nor day hang upon
his pent‑house lid; he shall live a man forbid; though his bark cannot be
lost, yet it shall be tempest‑ toss't. (Cackling laugh) Look what I have.
W1: Show me, show me.
W2: Here I have a pilot's thumb, wreck'd as homeward
he did come.
[ FX OFF: Drumbeats.]
W3: A drum, a drum! Macbeth doth come!
ALL: The weird sisters, hand in hand, posters of the
sea and land, thus do go about about ; thrice to thine and thrice to mine and
thrice again to make up nine.
W1: Peace! The charm's wound up.
[ Enter MACBETH and BANQUO.]
MAC: So fair and foul a day I have not seen.
BAN: How far is't to Forres?
[ BAN sees witches behind MAC and shrieks, which
scares MAC who also shrieks, then backs into witches. Recoils, bangs into BAN.
Order is eventually restored.]
BAN: What are these?
MAC: Speak, if you can. What are you?
W1: All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis.
W2 :All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!
W3: All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter!
BAN: Good sir, why do you start, and seem to fear
things that do sound so fair? (To Witches) And what about me?
W1: Hail!
W2: Hail!
W3: Hail!
W1: Lesser than Macbeth and greater.
W2: Not so happy yet much happier.
W3: Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none.
W1,2,3: So, in short, all hail Macbeth and Banquo.
[ Witches exit, after kick‑starting broom
again.]
MAC: Stay, tell me more. They've gone.
BAN: Right.
MAC: I know I am Thane of Glamis, but how Thane of
Cawdor? The Thane of Cawdor liveth ‑ a prosperous gentleman ‑ and
to be king stands not within the prospect of belief. Oi! I've got a few
questions.
BAN: They've gone.
MAC: Right.
BAN: Were they here, or have we eaten of the insane
root that takes reason prisoner?
MAC: (Menacing BAN) Your children shall be kings.
BAN: But what if we have a girl? And you shall be
king.
MAC: And Thane of Cawdor too, went it not so?
BAN: To the self‑same tune and words.
[ Enter OTHER, panting, doing lines badly as usual.]
OTH: The king hath happily received, Macbeth, the news
of thy success. And when he reads thy personal venture in the rebels' fight....
MAC: Get to the point!
OTH: Well! I'm not telling!
MAC: I'll split thee!
OTH: Ooh. He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of
Cawdor. In which addition...(Silenced with a look)...that's all.
BAN: What, can the devil speak true?
MAC: The Thane of Cawdor lives. Why dress you me in
borrowed robes?
OTH: Who was Thane lives yet, but under heavy
judgement bears that life which he deserves to lose. (Warming up) Whether he
was combined with those of Norway, or... (BAN reaches for sword)...um, he's a
traitor.
MAC: Glamis and Cawdor! This supernatural soliciting
cannot be ill, cannot be good. If ill, why hath it given me earnest of success,
commencing in a truth? I AM Thane of Cawdor! If good, why do I yield to that
suggestion whose horrid image doth unfix my hair and make my seated heart knock
at my ribs, 'gainst the use of nature? Present fears are less than horrible
imaginings. My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, shakes so my
single state of man that function is smothered in surmise, and nothing is but
what is not. If chance will have me king, then chance may crown me, without my
stir.
[ BAN and OTH applaud. MAC acknowledges.]
OTH: Wish I'd said that.
BAN: What's it mean?
OTH: No idea.
BAN: Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.
MAC: (Remembering where he is) Give me your favour; my
dull brain was wrought with things forgotten, which you...couldn't possibly
understand. Let us exeunt toward the king.
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ACT 1 SC 4, 5, 6 & 7 ‑ LADY MACBETH, OTHER,
MACBETH, BANQUO, DUNCAN
LADY M: (Enters with letter ‑ an aerogram)
..."They met me in the day of success, and I have learned by the
perfect'st report that there is more in them than mortal knowledge. 'Thane of
Cawdor', they did call me, then hailed me, 'King thou shalt be......' "
Who on earth is this from? (Turns letter over, finds signature.) "Yours
sincerely, R. Macbeth." Of course, my husband Macbeth. Silly me. King, ay!
Then I'll be queen. I'll have the west wing done out in pink and pastel grey.
But, ah Macbeth, you're too nice a person to kill the current king. Despite the
fact that you've been disemboweling enemy soldiers since you were six. I shall
have to prod thee along. Ah,if only I could get my hands on King Duncan!
OTH: (Enters, panting.) My lady, King Duncan cometh
here tonight!
LADY M: Thou'rt mad to say it!
OTH: So please you, it is true. And your husband's
behind.
LADY M: What about my husband's behind?
OTH: Behind the arras.
LADY M: Where did we get that arras?
OTH: 'Arris Scarfe's! Boom boom! Sorry. (Exits.)
MAC: (Enters, panting.) My dearest love. Good to see
you.
[ MAC attempts to embrace LADY M but she kneels to
him. She rises, offers her hand, but he bows from the waist. In our production,
MAC was played by a bald actor in a wig and LADY M wore a flowing cloak. At the
third attempt, MAC knelt to LADY M but she attempted to embrace him; he became
entangled in the cloak and eventually crawled from its folds without the wig.
He dived back in and emerged wearing it back to front. Order was finally
restored, but it took about five minutes.]
MAC: Good God. Know you, the king comes here tonight.
LADY M: And when goes he hence?
MAC: Tomorrow...as he purposes.
LADY M: That's what he thinks. Wink wink, nudge nudge.
(Accidentally elbows MAC in the stomach.)
MAC: (Wincing, doubled up) Say no more.
LADY M: I must away and make myself nice. Good to see
you. 'scuse me while I exeunt.
[ LADY M exits MAC fills in while she changes to
DUNCAN.]
MAC: Ho, hark. I hear a footstep upon the wall. Could
it be the king? (Poses, expecting DUN.)
OTH: (Enters) My lord, the king is almost here.
MAC: Methought I heard him too.
OTH: Yes, yes, methink he cometh.
[ FX: Fanfare. (On a piece of hose.) MAC, OTH bow
elaborately, remain bowed. BANQUO enters and is most flattered. MAC
straightens, sees his mistake.]
MAC: Ah. It's good old Banquo.
BAN: Macbeth. Good to see you. The king is just about
here.
MAC: (Loudly) Yes, we are expecting him. (Aside) What
on earth's he doing? Perhap the drawbridge is stuck. I'll go and see.
[ MAC exits, DUNCAN enters other side. OTH and BAN
kneel.]
DUN: This castle hath a pheasant seat.
BAN: (Short pause, mystified.) Oh, yes. No temple‑tartle
doth disprove this jutty buttress. Avaunt the idle disenfranchise that
squatteth not unlike a duck. Her pendant bread and cradle also have I observed.
[ OTH and DUN look mystified.]
DUN: Give us a hand.
[ OTH claps, thoroughly confused.]
DUN: Come, let us find Macbeth and have a few sherbets
before bed time.
[ MAC enters and they chorus off, singing "I'd
love to have a beer with Duncan." MAC peels off and returns to centre,
sharpening a kitchen knife on a kitchen sharpener.]
MAC: If it were DONE when it were done....if IT were
done...no, if it WERE done when IT ...anyway, t'were well it were done quickly.
Etcetera, etcetera...trammel up the consequence and so forth...um...here upon
this bank and shoal of time we'd jump the life to come. And a plague on
inventors. Ah yes indeed. In short, he's here in a double truss and I don't
think I can kill him.
LADY M: (Enters) Why have you left the chamber?
MAC: We will proceed no further with this business.
LADY M: Don't be soft! Art thou man or mouse?
MAC: Peace!
LADY M: Why then didst thou mention the idea, and get
me all excited?
MAC: But if we should fail?
LADY M: We fail! But screw your courage to the sticker
and we'll not fail!
[ THEY EXIT, GRANDLY.]
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ACT 2 SC 1 ‑ BANQUO, MACBETH, OTHER
BAN: (Enters, walking an invisible dog on a lead.) A
very weird night. There's husbandry in heaven; their candles are all out. A
heavy summons lies like lead upon me, and yet I would not sleep. Mentioning no
names, but I think someone's up to something. (A crash and muffled curse from
MACBETH, off. The invisible dog shoots up in the air.) Who's there?
MAC: (Enters limping, followed by OTHER holding a
torch and dressed in yet another silly outfit.) A friend.
BAN: What sir, not yet at rest?
[ MAC glares at BAN, willing him to go, but BAN is
edgy and feels like a chat.]
BAN: The king hath been in unusual pleasure. I dreamt
last night of the three weird sisters. To you they have shown some truth.
MAC: Oh, never think of 'em. (Fake yawn) You look
sleepy.
BAN: Don't feel it at all.
MAC: WELL YOU LOOK VERY TIRED TO ME!
BAN: Right. (Fake yawn.) Best be off then. Come
Fleance, walkies. (Fast exit.)
MAC: Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, she
strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.
OTH: Right, sire.
MAC: (Looks glassily into space, waits then decides to
proceed.) Is this a dagger....
OTH: (Off) Sorry!
[ A dagger appears over the set, on a pole and nylon
cord.]
MAC: (Muffled sigh of despair.) Is this a dagger which
I see before me, the handle outstretched toward my hand? Come, let me clutch
thee. (Tries to grab dagger several times, but it is whisked away.) I have thee
not, and yet I see thee still. I see thee yet, in form as palpable as that
which now I draw! (Can't find it, drops character and accent completely.) God,
I've forgotten me dagger. I don't believe it. Courage screwed to the sticking
point, guards drugged, everyone asleep, perfect setup and I forgot me dagger.
(Pulls himself together, looks around, resumes character.) This will have to
do.
[ MAC finds a plastic squeaker hammer upstage, tests
it by striking palm of hand, whereupon it squeaks. He glares at audience,
daring them to laugh.]
SONG: SLEEP DOTH MURDER SLEEP
MAC: I go, and it is done. THE BELL.....
OTHER: (Off) Sorry. (Rings a bell)
MAC: ...invites me. Hear it not,
Duncan, for it is a knell which summons thee to heaven, or to hell!
[ FX Eerie howls and whistles, wind noises. MAC exits,
creeping. Tremendous cacophany off, as he crashes into bottles, walls, etc.
Then several thuds and squeaks from the hammer, accompanied by howls from
DUNCAN.]
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ACT 2 sc 2 ‑ LADY MACBETH, MACBETH
LADY M: (Enters) I am afraid he has awaked, and the
deed's not done. My husband!
MAC: (Enters, looking haggard.) The same. I have done
the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?
LADY M: Ay.
MAC: Who lies i' the second chamber?
LADY M: Donalbain.
MAC: Donalbain? The son of the late king?
LADY M: Ay.
MAC: (Falling to knees) This is a sorry night.
LADY M: A foolish thought to say a norry sight. These
deeds must not be thought of after these ways; it will make us mad.
MAC: Methought I heard a voice cry, 'Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep!'
LADY M: Really?
[ MAC strikes a pose, ready for big speech, but is
interrupted by a loud knocking.]
MAC: Whence is that knocking? (Aside) Wait on, I've
got my big speech.
[ Knocking continues, MAC battles on.]
MAC: Still it cried, 'Sleep no more' to all the
house....be quiet!
LADY M: (Above the noise) Go get some water and wash
this filthy witness from your hand. I'll go and smear the guards with Duncan's
blood.
[ LADY M exits. There is a sharp whack followed by a
cry, and the knocking abruptly stops.]
MAC: (Once again assumes heroic speech pose. Pause.)
Ar, stuff it. (Exits)
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ACT 2 SC 3 ‑ PORTER (OTHER), ROSENSTERN, MACBETH
[ Very timid knocking heard. Pause. It slowly gets
louder. OTHER enters, this time as a very old, drunken porter. Sign around neck
reads, "SLEEPY PORTER". Goes straight to door and opens it.]
OTH: Yesh?
ROS: (Off) What? We aren't ready. You've got that long
speech.
OTH: What long speech?
ROS: (Off) You know...devil porter....
...Beezlebub...equivocators...you know.
OTH: Oh. Um...here's a knocking indeed...um...if a man
were porter of hell's gate he should have old turning the key....(Goes to door)
How's it going?
ROS: (Off) Bit longer.
OTH: Um...knock knock knock. Who's there, in the name
of Beezlebub? Knock knock knock...O that this too too solid flesh would melt,
thaw and resolve itself into a jew. How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable
seem to me all the urinals of the world.
ROS: (Off) We're ready.
OTH: Thank god for that. (Opens door) And may I know
your names, good sirs?
ROS: (He's forgotten who he is. Looks down at his
chest, but there is no sign there.) Ah...Rosenstern and Gildencrantz, come to
see the king.
OTH: Right. Walk this way.
[ ROS imitates his walk across stage. MAC enters in
nightshirt.]
MAC: (Fake yawn ) Ho, what an excellent sleep I've
had. Yes, must have slept eight or nine hours at least, didn't wake once. Hail
to the king.
OTH: Rosenstern and Gildencrantz, come to see the
king.
MAC: So be it. Conduct them thither.
OTH: Where?
MAC: Thither!
[ OTHER does silly walk off. ROS mimics him. MAC looks
about, checks that no‑one is around. Adopts heroic pose and tries to give
speech again, but is interrupted by ROS.]
MAC: Still it cried, "Sleep no more, Macbeth hath
murdered sleep and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more..."
ROS: (Rushes in) Oh, horror, horror, horror! Tongue
nor heart cannot conceive or name thee. Most sacreligious murder hath broke ope
the Lord's anointed temple!
MAC: Anything wrong?
ROS: Someone's killed the king!
MAC: Killed the king! Oh, horror! Stabbed to death
with a squeaker hammer!
ROS: How do you know that?
MAC: Just a wild guess. Lack‑a‑day....woe...
ROS: OH shame, fie upon the night, oh fol‑de‑roll....
OTH: (Enters) Anything wrong?
MAC: Someone's killed the king!
OTH: Oh woe...alas...fiddle de dee...
[ They all take up the refrain.]
LADY M: (Enters) Anything wrong?
MAC: Someone's killed the king.
LADY M: Oh horror, oh woe.
[ LADY M faints and falls, expecting to be caught, but
they fumble and she falls to the ground and stays there.]
MAC: (Stopping abruptly ) Right. Then we'll need a new
king.
ROS: Yes, but who?
OTH: Can't think.
[ They mill about saying 'Who? Who?' etc.]
ROS: What about good old Banquo?
MAC: Bit wishy washy.
ROS: Yes.
OTH: I know! What about Hamlet?
ROS: Don't be stupid.
MAC: Ah...
ALL: Yes?
MAC: I'm free.
ROS: Of course!
MAC: Right, then that's settled. I must away to scone
for the coronation. (Exits.)
ROS: (Draws OTH to one side ) There's something funny
going on here. I will straight to England, seek out the worthy Macduff, raise
an army, come back, hide in Birnam wood, advance on Dunsinane castle, challenge
Macbeth and have it out once and for all.
OTH: I'm only a porter; I'll stay here and weed the
garden.
[ ROS and OTH exit. LADY M rises.]
LADY M: No, I think I'll do the west wing in green.
(Exit.)
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ACT 3 SC 1 ‑ BANQUO,MACBETH, LADY M, OTHER
BAN: (Enters, again with invisible dog.) Thou hast it
now ‑ king, Cawdor, Glamis; all as the weird women promised.
[ Enter MAC and LADY M, both crowned, and OTH in
attendance. BAN doesn't see them.]
BAN: I fear thou played most foully for it Macbeth,
but who cares because I'll be the father of kings so (raspberry) to you, say I.
MAC: (Clears throat loudly.)
BAN: Oops. Nice day. Come, Fleance, walkies.
MAC: Hold!
BAN: (Clears throat nervously, fidgets.)
MAC: We are having a party tonight and we shall expect
your presence.
BAN: Oh yes, I'll bring some presents, no David
Murrays...
MAC: Be there!
BAN: Oh too right, I'll be there...(grabs MAC's hand
and kisses it.)
MAC: And stop grovelling! (Wipes his hand on BAN's
sleeve.)
BAN: Right! No grovelling!
MAC: Busy this afternoon?
BAN: Oh yes, never stop. So much to do, so little
time.
MAC: A pity. We should else have used your advice. Ah,
well. Fail not our party.
BAN: Right! Until tonight, then. Come, Fleance. (Exits
backwards, bowing.)
MAC: Follow him.
OTH: No worries. (Exits backwards.)
MAC: We hear our bloody cousins, the ones who killed
the king...
LADY M: Wink wink...(elbows MAC in the stomach again;
he doubles up.)
MAC: (In pain)...the naughty boys who killed the king
have fled to England.
LADY M: Fie and for shame. Ah, I do forget me. There's
two scruffy herberts waiting for you in the shrubbery. I tried to get rid of
them, but no.
MAC: Yes, friends of mine. Business acquaintances.
Send them hither.
LADY M: Please?
MAC: Oh all right. Please.
[ LADY M exits.]
MAC: Our fears in Banquo stick deep. We fear none but
he. Who's there?
[ OTH enters as MURDERERS in witches' costume, but
with only one of the puppet heads. His other hand is free for his dagger. NB
This is intended to imply that the witches could really be the murderers]
MAC: Ah, gentlemen.
Know you a certain Mr. Banquo?
MUR1: Ah my lord. Real good bloke.
MAC: Well, yes and no...
MUR1!: No, he's champion. Saved me life at Agincourt.
MAC: He's very cruel to that dog of his.
MUR2: Nobody's perfect.
MAC: We think he's a real bastard!
MUR1: No, we won't hear a word against Mr. Banquo.
MAC: We want you to cut his throat!
MUR2: Never!
MAC: We'll pay thee twenty quid.
MUR1 & 2: We'll do it!
MAC: And don't forget that dog of his, that Fleance!
MUR1: We'll see to it, my lord.
MAC: Report it to us straight. We go. (Exits.)
[ BAN enters. MURs hover upstage.]
BAN: Well, that was a close shave. Don't think
anything else will go wrong today...might rain...
MUR1: Prithee 'scuse us, my lord.
BAN: Why, it's...it's...Roger and Neville, isn't it?
MUR2: Ay, my lord.
BAN: Well, knock me down with a cudgel! Good to see
you!
MUR1: Er, my lord, we have some bad news for you.
BAN: Here, have a bag of cumquats.
[ MURs draw aside to confer.]
MUR1: Ar, I'll have none of this! Mr. Banquo's got a
heart of gold.
MUR2: True.
BAN: (Draws close to listen) What's that?
MUR1: I'd far rather stick me dagger in that black
hearted Mr. Macbeth...
[ MUR1 swings dagger backwards to demonstrate and
accidentally kills BAN, who overdoes a stage death as they watch silently.]
MUR2: Well, that was an easy twenty quid. Now, where's
Fleance?
MUR1: Me thinks Fleance has fleed 'ence.
MUR2: Haw haw, that's a good one. You kill me
sometimes. Let us to the king. (Exit.)
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ACT 3 SC 4 ‑ THE BANQUET. MACBETH, LADY M, OTHER
AS A NOBLE, BANQUO'S GHOST
[ The cast peoples the set with dummies, cutouts etc,
pretending to greet them as arrivals to the banquet. All are very old circus
props. Some might wear McDonald's hats, etc. There is a table, behind which the
guests sit or stand. Ours was a painted flat. Each actor holds a glass.]
MAC: You know your own degrees; sit down. At first and
last a hearty welcome.
OTH: Thanks to your majesty.
LADY M: To all our friends, my heart speaks they are
welcome.
MAC: Excuse me a minute. (Goes to one side, talks
quietly to MURDERER off.) There's blood upon thy face. What, Banquo's is it? Is
he dispatched? (Pause) His throat is cut. Thou art the best o' the cutthroats.
Yet he's as good as did the like for Banquo's son Fleance. (Pause. Shouts.)
What? Fleance escaped? Then comes my fit again! I had else been perfect.
LADY M: My royal lord, you do not give the cheer.
(Aside) Everybody is looking at you!
[ OTH pretends to be looking somewhere else. BANQUO'S
GHOST enters, sits in MAC's place. Our ghost wore a sheet with red paint on it
and his rubber clown nose and BANQUO's hat on.]
MAC: Sweet remembrancer. Ah me. If only good old
Banquo were here.
OTH: May it please your highness sit?
MAC: Ah yes, my accustomed spot. (Sits on BAN.) Yaaah!
Yoiks! Which of you hath done this?
OTH: What, my good lord? There's nothing there. See, I
can pass my hand straight through him. (Does so; BAN ducks.)
MAC: (To GHOST) Thou canst not say I did it. Never
shake thy gory locks at me.
OTH: Gentlemen, rise. His highness is not well.
[ MAC, GHOST and OTH rise, as far as they can.]
LADY M: Sit, worthy friends. (They do so.) My lord is
often thus and hath been since his youth. Upon a thought he will be well again.
(Aside) Pull yourself together. Why do you make such faces? When all's done,
you look at an empty chair. See, I can pass my hand right through him. (Repeat
business.)
MAC: Prithee, see there! Look lo! (All look low.) How
say you? Why, what care I. If thou canst nod, speak too. If charnel‑houses
and our graves must send those we bury back, our monuments shall be the maws of
kites.
[ GHOST exits.]
LADY M: What, quite unmanned in folly?
MAC: If I stand here, I saw him!
LADY M: Fie, for shame. You neglect your noble
friends.
MAC: I do forget. Sorry, sorry. I have a strange
infirmity. Come; love and health to all. Give me some wine, fill full. I drink
to the general joy and health of the whole table.
[ GHOST enters. MAC sees it, says
"Aaarrgghhh!" and tosses wine over LADY M. She reacts,
says,"Aaargghhh!" and tosses her wine over OTH. OTH reacts, says
"Aaarrgghh!" and tosses wine over GHOST. GHOST says "Shit"
and exits.]
LADY M: You turd, you have completely wrecked the
party.
MAC: Sorry, sorry. A kind goodnight to all. I haven't
been feeling myself lately.
OTH: MISUNDERSTANDING) Pardon?
MAC: Get out!
[OTHER exits rapidly.]
MAC: What's o'clock?
LADY M: You know, one of those round things with hands
on...
MAC: WHAT'S THE TIME!!!?
LADY M: Sorry.' Tis almost dawn.
MAC: I will tomorrow to the weird sisters; more shall
they speak, for now I must know the worst. For mine own good, all causes will
give way. (Heroically) I am in blood stepp'd in so far, that to return were as
tedious as go o'er.
[ Loud applause off. MAC acknowledges.]
SONG: SOFTLY GOODNIGHT
LADY M: And so to bed. Let us exeunt together.
[ They exit grandly, narrowly missing the set.
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ACT 4 SC 1 ‑ WITCHES, MALCOLM, MACBETH, APPARITIONS,
MESSENGER
W1: Round and round the cauldron go; in the poisoned
entrails throw. Toad that under stone did sweat, Kellog's Cornflakes brown and
wet.
W2: Double double, toil and trouble, fire burn and
cauldron bubble.
W3: Half a dozen green bananas, doggy bag from Colonel
Sanders.
ALL: Cool it with a baboon's blood, then the charm is
firm and good.
W1: By the pricking of my thumbs, someone wicked this
way comes.
MAL: (Enters) 'Tis said that my brother Lennox and I
did kill the king ‑ our own father ‑ then that we did nick off. O
Lennox...
W2: That's not 'im!
W3: Shhh!
MAL: (Struggling with lines) Oh fie upon
this...ah...oh...fie upon this play! (Removes MALCOLM sign and throws it down.)
W2: May we help you, sir?
MAL: I'm sick of it, Fleabag. Had it up to here.
Donalbain, Malcolm, Ross...I don't know who I'm supposed to be. Do all these
little parts, get killed over and over again, and HE ponces around doing all
the best lines.
W2: Perhaps we can help. Puck the Clown, all hail to
thee. Head of a clown troupe thou shalt be.
MAL: Who, me? I say, really?
W2: Would we lie to you?
MAL: Good lord, that fits in with the message on that
tram ticket I found. (Produces ticket.) "Black and White taxis, the
cheapest and the best." I must go
and think about this. (Exits.)
W2: Ah, here comes Macbeth.
MAC: (Enters.) How now, you secret black and midnight
hags.
WITCHES: All hail Macbeth!
MAC: I conjure you, answer me! Tell me what the future
holds!
W2: Would'st rather hear it from us, or from...(very
spookily) our masters?
MAC: (Shudders) Show 'em to me; let me see em.
W2: They're really really horrible!
MAC: Call 'em to me!
W2: What dost want first, the good tidings or the bad?
MAC: CALL 'EM!
WITCHES: Ooogie
boogie boogie! Most horrible arise!
[ FX: Spooky noises. Hopeless
APPARITIONS appear, obviously being pushed up through hole in back of cauldron
by PUCK. ]
APP1: Beware
plum duff!
MAC: WHAT!?
APP1: Macduff! That's it, beware Macduff. (Disappears)
MAC: Macduff!
APP1: (Pops up) You got it, Mac. (Disappears.)
APP2: Macbeth! None of woman born shall harm Macbeth!
(Disappears.)
MAC: In sooth, that is good news.
APP1: Macbeth! No worries! No David Murrays, until
Birnam Wood goes for a walk. (Disappears.)
MAC: A walking wood! That's not in my lexicon! Ha ha ha.
[ WITCHES join in laughter.]
W2: Have a nice day! (They exit.)
[ Enter MESSENGER.(Played by PUMPKIN)]
MESS: My lord!
MAC: What ho! Dids't see the weird sisters?
MESS: No, my lord.
MAC: Methought I whored a hearse. Heard a horse.
MESS: Yes, my lord. It was Macduff. Fled to England to
raise an army. I go.
MAC: Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits. The
castle of Macduff will I surprise, kill his wife and babes, his father, mother,
aunts and uncles and all who look like him! (Limps off, doing a Richard III
impression.)
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ACT 4 SC 3. (Sc 2 omitted.) ‑ ROSS, MACDUFF,
MESSENGER
MACD: So this be England?
ROSS: Aye, it's England alright.
MACD: Not much different from Scotland.
ROSS: Too true.
MACD: But happier, o happier. They have no bloody
tyrant here, to rape and pillage, murder and destroy.
ROSS: Good King Edward hath lent us ten thousand men.
MACD: But should we march upon Macbeth? After all, he
is the king.
ROSS: Well, I haven't seen Westminster Abbey yet, or
Saint Paul's....
MESS: (Enters, whispers to MACD.)
MACD: What, all my pretty ones, all? And I not there?
Avaunt!
[ MACDUFF leads the charge. He and ROSS hobble around
the set.]
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ACT 5 SC 1 ‑ MACDUFF, ROSS, LADY M
MACD: Well, here we are, back in good old Scotland.
ROSS: I could go a pint of haggis.
MACD: You shall have haggis enough anon. Are all you
thousands of soldiers ready there?
[ Voices off, horse noises, etc.]
VOICES: Aye aye sir! Ready sir! Etc.
MACD: Then let us do what we came to do!
VOICES: Cheers, hurrahs, banging noises, horse noises.
[ MACDUFF, ROSS exit. LADY M runs in.]
LADY M: I'm mad, I tell you, mad! I'm so mad I could
spit chips! Look at these spots! Just wait 'til I get Macbeth...
[ PUCK enters with script. Whispers and mimes to LADY
M that she's not cross, she's a raving loony. Exits.]
LADY M: Out damned spot...( Does ooble dooble dooble
with finger to lips.) Yet who'd have thought the old man would have so much
blood in him? (Shrieks.)
[ MACBETH enters. LADY M is really overdoing it,
darting round the stage, hooting and singing. MAC watches in dismay.]
LADY M: Wash your hands, put on your jocks, look not
so pale...come, there's a knocking at the gate...to bed, to bed....
[ MACBETH rolls eyes, exits. LADY M gives a final
shriek and exits.]
LADY M: (Off) How was that? Good, ay?
MAC: (Off) Bloody awful.
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ACT 5 SC 2 ‑ ROSS, MACDUFF, OTHER
[ ROSS and MACD enter.]
ROSS: Here we stand on the edge of Birnam Wood, not
far from the hated tyrant's castle.
MACD: (Pause) Yes.
ROSS: Are all you thousands of men ready?
VOICES OFF: Ay sir/ ready milord. (Bangs and thumps as
before.)
MACD: Good. Now I have a plan. I want all you
thousands of men to cut down a tree from the wood and stand behind it.
Camouflage, you see?
ROSS: Jolly good!
VOICE: (Off) Ay, mate?
MACD: What?
VOICE: (Off) Bloody lot of trees!
MACD: Quite a few.
ROSS: Some of them are this thick! (Holds hands two
feet apart.)
MACD: Ah..yes...
VOICE: (Off) Bloody heavy, mate.
ROSS: The greenies would have our guts.
MACD: (Peeved) Right then, what's your idea?
ROSS: Well, let's just cut down one tree, and all
stand behind it, in a line, like.
MACD: (Pause) Thou'rt not as silly as thou looks!
Onward!
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ACT 5 SC 3 ‑ MACBETH, MESSENGER (Played by
Pumpkin), ROSS, MACDUFF
MAC: Ah, 'tis good to stand on one's castle battlements
and gaze toward the woods, even at a time like this.
MESS: (Runs in) My lord! My lady...my lady has went
mad and...died.
MAC: Good. God. Good god. Alackaday.
[ Pumpkin looks offended, but carries on.]
MESS: I think it's just as well, my lord.
MAC: I do not get your drift.
MESS: She was doing some very strange things. Only
yesterday, she bit the postman on the leg. My lord!
MAC: What? What?
MESS: Yonder tree! I swear it moved!
MAC: (Not noticing) Don't be stupid, Pumpkin.
[ ROSS enters in very bad tree costume. MACD hides
behind, sword drawn.]
ROSS: How can I fight in this?
MACD: Shhh!
MESS: There it goes again!
MAC: I'm warning you....
ROSS: Can't see where I'm going.
MACD: Quiet!
MESS: Look!
MAC: (Sees tree move) AAHH! 'Fear not 'til Birnam Wood
do come to Dunsinane! And now a wood does come to Dunsinane! Arm! Arm! Blow
wind, come wrack, at least we'll die with harness on our back!
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ACT 5 SC 4 ‑ FIGHT SCENE
[ Ad lib fight scene. The clowns try to look like
hundreds of men fighting. In our show, we stood on one side of the stage,
pretending to be the Scots, and fired arrows in the air. Then we all ran across
to the other side and pretended to be the English being hit by the arrows and dying
horribly. Many variations on this idea, with chases and clowns scaring each
other.]
SONG: BATTLE DIRGE
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ACT 5 SC 5 ‑ MACDUFF, MACBETH
[ The fight gradually resolves.]
MACD: Turn, hellhound turn!
MAC: (Turns very slowly) Of all men else I have
avoided thee. But get thee back. My soul is too much charged with blood of
thine already.
MACD: I have no words.
[ They fight.]
MAC: I bear a charmed life, which must not yield to
one of woman born.
MACD: Despair thy charm. For I was not born, but,
rather, found in a shopping basket at the zoo.
MAC: (Dropping character) That is ridiculous!
MACD: Take it or leave it.
MAC: Then lay on Macduff, and damned be he who first
cries, 'Hold, enough!'
[ They fight off. A cry. Silence.]
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ACT 5 SC 6 ‑ ROSS, MALCOLM, MACDUFF
[ FX: FANFARE. Enter MAL, crowned, and ROSS in
attendance.]
ROSS: All hail, King of Scotland. And may I say how
closely you resemble your father.
MAL: We thank you.
[ FX: FANFARE. Enter MACD holding a Woolworth's
shopping bag containing a cabbage or basketball.]
MACD: Hail, King for so thou art. And may I say how
closely you resemble your father.
MAL: We thank you too.
MACD: Behold the cursed usurper's head.
[ MAL and ROSS look in the bag and barf.]
MAL: This dead butcher and his fiend‑like queen
are no more. Thanks to all at once and to each one, whom we invite to see us
crowned at Scone.
[ All bow to audience.]
MAL: And now the blood‑letting's done, I have a
surprise for everyone. It's my birthday!
[ All throw streamers, produce party hats and have a
good time. Party sequence.]
FLEABAG: Wait up, where's Sir John?
PUCK, PUMPKIN: Dunno.
FLEABAG: I'll go and look for him.
[ FLEABAG dashes off. PUCK & PUMPKIN look at each
other, play pat‑a‑cake. FLEABAG rushes on with scrap of paper.]
FLEABAG: Hoy, look at this. (Reads) "Have gone to
Queensland in a Black and White Taxi".
PUCK: Black and White taxi...that tram ticket...the
witches were right! Now I'm the leader of the troupe! Right! No more of this
Macbeth tripe...oh, hello Sir John.
[ SIR JOHN has entered quietly, PUCK has backed into
him.]
SIR JOHN: Hah, you thought you'd have my job! No, I
had to rush out and book a taxi. We've got another job tomorrow night!
"The Bantam of the Opera", in the Brisbane Town Hall!
ALL: Wow!
CLOSING SONG
THE END
THE SONGS
OPENING SONG
Rhythm starts up. Voices come in one by one.
GONG CHIK‑A‑ GEE CHUK‑A GONG CHIK‑A‑
GEE CHUK‑A
(Repeated as rhythm. Guitar or keyboard comes in.)
SIR JOHN: WE JUST GOT BACK HERE FROM PARIS. GOR, THOSE
FRENCH KIDS ARE TOUGH. WE TOOK THE NIGHT FLIGHT; GOR, WHAT A BAD NIGHT! WE JUST
ABOUT HAD ENOUGH!
FLEABAG: What are we doin' here, anyway?
PUMPKIN: If this is Darwin (or wherever) it must be
rock show number three.
FLEABAG: No, it's the strip act. (He starts to strip.)
PUCK: No no, the cabaret, with the midget and the
talking horse.
ALL: Of course, of course, the talking horse!
ALL SING: WOW, IT WENT SO WELL IN PARIS, THOSE FRENCH
KIDS WERE SHOUTING FOR MORE. THEY WERE DANCING ON THE TABLES, PRANCING IN THE
STABLES, IT LOOKED LIKE THE END OF THE WAR.
SQUEEZE ME, FEEL ME, TOUCH ME, HOLD ME.....
[ PUCK holds on to long 'eeee...'; others do looking
for blowfly act.] ........WHAT ARE WE DOING TODAY? MUSICAL COMEDY, FARCICAL
PARODY, SONG AND DANCE OR CAB‑A‑RET?
SIR JOHN: (Blowing a big whistle) Well, as a matter of
fact, the headmaster, Mr. Pimple P. Pumpkinhead, has asked us to do Macbeth.
[ Stunned silence.]
FLEABAG: Who?
SIR JOHN: Macbeth!
ALL: Holy snappin' dooley!
FLEABAG: Oh, I know. Roger Macbeth, lives up at
Elizabeth. Nicked my watch. PUCK: We'll do him.
PUMPKIN: Right.
SIR JOHN: No, no, you ignorant gits, Shakespeare's
Macbeth.
ALL: (Looking vacant) Oh.
ALL: WOW, IT'S A VERY TALL ORDER. CLASSICAL'S NOT
QUITE OUR SCENE. BUT WE'LL GIVE IT A GOOD TRY, DO IT OR (BEAT) DIE, GO FOR IT!
SIR JOHN: KNOW WHAT I MEAN?
ALL: WE KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN. WE'RE....WITH YOU!
SOFTLY GOODNIGHT
LADY M: IT'S SOFTLY GOODNIGHT, AND OUT WITH THE LIGHT,
COME LAY WITH ME. 'TIL SLEEP COME STEALING DOWN, UPON THY TROUBLED CROWN, LET
IT BE.
MAC: IF YOU BUT NEW THE PAIN, THAT RACKS MY NOBLE
BRAIN, YOU'D UNDERSTAND. SLEEP WON'T COME TONIGHT, NOR WILL I SEE THE
LIGHT............. AGAIN.
CHORUS: POOR MACBETH, PALE AS DEATH. FEELING BLUE;
WOULDN'T YOU, IF YOU DID WHAT HE KNEW THAT HE HAD TO DO.
MAC, LADY M: IT'S HAPPENING SO FAST, DON'T THINK I CAN
LAST, COME, HOLD ME TIGHT. I CAN'T SEE IN YOUR HEAD, BUT LET US OFF TO BED, AND
SO GOODNIGHT.
SLEEP DOTH MURDER SLEEP
[ MACBETH strikes heroic pose and freezes. The others
rush in, start a percussion and shout the following.]
SLEEP DOTH MURDER SLEEP! SLEEP DOTH MURDER SLEEP!
I CAN THINK OF TEN THINGS! I CAN THINK OF TEN THINGS!
THEY MURDER SLEEP.
TROUBLE WITH YOUR WIFE, NOTHING IN YOUR LIFE, THE
PILLS DON'T WORK NO MORE!
TOO MUCH WINE AND BEER, TOO MUCH HATE AND FEAR, YOUR
EX LOVER'S LURKING NEAR!
SLEEP DOTH MURDER SLEEP! SLEEP DOTH MURDER
SLEEEEEEEEP!
[ They run out with weird noises.]
BATTLE DIRGE
1. MACBETH, HE WENT AND OVERSTEPPED THE MARK, BY
MURDERING KING DUNCAN IN THE DARK. THE WITCHES SAID THAT HE HAD NOUGHT TO FEAR,
SAVE WHEN BIRNAM WOOD TO DUNSINANE CAME NEAR.
CHORUS: WELL................... THEY HACKED 'EM HIGH,
THEY HACKED 'EM LOW, THEY HACKED AND HACKED 'TIL THE BLOOD DID FLOW. AND WITH
THEIR MACES, SKULLS DID CRUNCH, AND AT ONE O'CLOCK THEY KNOCKED OFF FOR LUNCH.
2. WITH CROSSBOW, DAGGER, SWORD AND SHIELD, NEITHER
SIDE CRIED, "ENOUGH, I YIELD." THE BATTLE, IT RAGED TO AND FRO, WITH
CASUALTIES HIGH, AS MOST BATTLES GO.
REPEAT CHORUS
3. 'TIL FINALLY MACDUFF, HE ESPIES THE HATED TYRANT
WITH THE SQUINTY EYES. AND THIS MACDUFF, HIS SOUL REALLY DID BURN, AND SO HE
CRIED........
MACDUFF: TURN, HELLHOUND, TURN!
OTHERS: UH OH. (EXIT.)
CLOSING SONG
[ Simply a one‑verse reprise of the opening
song.]
WOW, IT WAS A VERY TALL ORDER; CLASSICAL WASN'T OUR
SCENE.
BUT WE GAVE IT A GOOD TRY, DON'T THINK WE DID DIE,
WENT FOR IT!
SIR JOHN: KNOW WHAT I MEAN?
ALL: WE KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN.
WE'RE.........LEAVING!
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