ACT I SCENE I A desert place.
[Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches]
First Witch). When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Second Witch). When the hurlyburly’s done,
When the battle’s lost and won.
Third Witch) That will be ere the set of sun. 5
First Witch). Where the place?
Second Witch). Upon the futuristic hill of hover
cars and hover boards
Third Witch). There to meet with Macbeth.
First Witch). I come, graymalkin!
Second Witch). Paddock calls. 10
Third Witch). Anon! ALL Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.

 

DUNCAN What wired man is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest estate.
MALCOLM This is the sergeant charger
Who like a good and wired soldier fought 5
‘Gainst my captivity. Shockwave, brave friend!
Say to the king the kindle knowledge of the broil
As thou didst leave it. Also where did the king leave his watch it was so posed to be at the pier but its nowhere to be seen,it cost allot of units (cyber money).
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together 10
And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald–
Worthy to be a rebel, for to that
The multiplying villanies of nature
Do swarm upon him–from the Western Isles
Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied; 15
And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
Show’d like a rebel’s whore: but all’s too weak:
For brave Macbeth–well he deserves that name–
Disdaining fortune, with his electronic shield
Which smoked with bloody execution, 20
Like valour’s minion carved out his passage (under the power station)
Till he faced the slave;
Which ne’er shook hands, nor electro circuit farewell to him,
Till he unseam’d him from the nave to the chaps,
And fix’d his metallic eyes upon our battlements. 25
DUNCAN O valiant cousin! worthy electroman!
Sergeant As whence the sun ‘gins his reflection
Electric ship storms and direful thunder shocks break,
So from that spring whence comfort seem’d to come
Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark: 30
No sooner justice had with valour arm’d
Compell’d these skipping kerns to trust their heels,
But the Norweyan lord electric surveying vantage,
With furbish’d arms and new supplies of men
Began a fresh assault. 35
DUNCAN Dismay’d not this
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
Sergeant Yes;
As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion