a The future holds in mind a big perhaps.
b In past I fought and won the rebels.
a Can’t trust the future, laying in his traps,
b Thoughts of the power provoke in me excels.
c What lies beyond our days, has price to pay,
d Me going through the trouble of killing,
c In order for the title to display,
d To a crime of blood I must be willing.
e Shall I choose to listen to Banquo´s declines?
f Perhaps my plan to kill must I deny,
e As regret may hunt me in near times.
f In the requests of ambition I rely.
g The chance to be king in my future stands,
g Yet, my fate remains in my wife’s demands.