Written by William Shakespeare. Abridged, translated, and slightly mangled by Melinda Brasher.
Act 2 Scene 1
MACBETH: Is this really a dagger in my hand? Is there blood on it yet? The world has truly gone crazy. Well, I suppose I should go kill the king.
Act 2 Scene 2
LADY MACBETH: What's taking so long? Why isn't the king dead yet? If he didn't look so much like my father, I would have done it myself.
Enter Macbeth, with bloody daggers
MACBETH: It's done. But I heard a voice crying, "Macbeth shall sleep no more."
LADY MACBETH: For crying out loud, pull yourself together and wash your hands of his blood. And why did you bring the daggers here? Go smear the sleeping grooms with them.
MACBETH: I'm afraid to look at what I've done.
LADY MACBETH: Weakling! I would be ashamed to have a heart so white and frail as yours. Give me those daggers. I'll do it. Go put on your nightgown and go to bed.
Act 2 Scene 3
MACDUFF: We sure had a wild night last night. Is the king awake yet?
MACDUFF: I'll go wake him.
LENNOX: We sure had a wild night last night.
MACBETH: Yes, 'twas wild.
MACDUFF: Horror! Horror! Horror! Most sacrilegious murder!
MACDUFF: Approach the chamber and you will blind yourself with the hideous sight. I cannot speak of it. Murder and treason. Oh, Lady Macbeth, 'tis not for a woman's ear to hear of this murder.
LADY MACBETH: Woe! Alas! In our house?
BANQUO: Say it isn't so!
MACBETH: I wish I had died before I had to see this.
Enter Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's sons
DONALBAIN: What's wrong?
MACBETH: You are, but you yet know not. The spring and fountain of your blood is stopped.
DONALBAIN: Dude, speak English.
MACDUFF: Your father's murdered.
MALCOLM: By whom?
LENNOX: His grooms, it looks like.
MACBETH: And woe, in my grief and loyalty I killed them. I couldn’t stop myself. I loved the king so much.
LADY MACBETH: Help! I faint!
MALCOLM [aside]: Brother, let us flee, I to England, you to Ireland, before our father's murderer strikes again.
DONALBAIN: Aye. There are daggers in men's smiles.
Act 2 Scene 4
OLD MAN: Dreadful things are afoot. Strange omens foretold this.
ROSS: Does anyone know who killed the king?
MACDUFF: The grooms, we think, hired by someone. Since the king's sons have fled, we suspect them.
ROSS: A sin against nature! I suppose, then, the crown will fall to Macbeth.