I got another text message from the girls saying they were busy once more helping Macbeth.......err Macgingrich out with his debate speech.
Then live, Macromney. What need I fear of thee?
But yet I'll make assurance double sure,
And take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live,
That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies,
And sleep in spite of thunder.
Cauldron is pulled on from Stage Left:
Exit Stage Right ... to the sound of a quietly played lute...
" Good Night, Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow. "