Welcome [? backeth. ?]
Six-year-old Shakespeare
expert, Zoe, is done with her
quick change, as she calls it.
And here, she is
performing Macbeth.
[APPLAUSE]
Yet, here's a spot.
Out, out, damn spot.
Out, I say!
One, two, then
'tis time to do it.
Hell is murky.
Fie, my Lord, fie!
A soldier and afeard?
What need we [? fear ?]
who knows it, when none
can call our power to account?
Yet who would have
thought this old man
to have so much blood in him?
(SINGING) The thane
of Fife had a wife.
But where is she now?
What, will these
hands ne'er be clean?
No more of that, my Lord.
No more of that.
You mar all with this starting.
Yet, here's the
smell of blood still.
All the perfumes of Arabia
will not sweeten this old hand.
Oh, oh, oh!
Wash your hands.
Put on your nightgown.
Look not so pale.
I tell you, yet again,
Banquo's buried,
he cannot come out of his grave.
To bed, to bed!
There's knocking at the gate.
Come, come, come,
give me your hand.
What's done cannot be undone.
To bed, to bed, to bed.
Woo.
[APPLAUSE]
Oh my gosh.
You're so good.
You're so good.
