Macbeth

Il mio nome è Shadow.

My name is Shadow.

Vivo sul muro del castello.

I live on the castle wall.

Vedo tutto.

I see everything.

Ti dico quello che ho visto.

I tell you what I saw.

Mac era un buon soldato.

Mac was a good soldier.

Ha combattuto per il re.

He fought for the king.

Era felice.

He was happy.

Anche sua moglie era felice.

His wife was happy too.

Un giorno, Mac incontrò tre vecchie donne nella foresta.

One day, Mac met three old women in the forest.

Avevano cappelli grandi e nasi lunghi.

They had big hats and long noses.

"Ciao, Mac!"

"Hello, Mac!"

disse la prima donna.

said the first woman.

"Sarai presto un signore!"

"You will be a lord soon!"

"Ciao, Mac!"

"Hello, Mac!"

said the second woman.

disse la seconda donna.

"You will be king soon!"

"Hello, Mac!"

"Ciao, Mac!"

said the third woman.

"Ma stai attento."

"But be careful."

"Gli alberi possono camminare!"

"Trees can walk!"

Mac laughed.

Mac rise.

"Trees cannot walk."

"Gli alberi non possono camminare."

"You are silly old women."

"Siete delle vecchie sciocche."

But the first thing came true.

Mac became a lord.

Then Mac thought about being king.

Mac went home.

He told his wife about the three women.

"We must kill the king,"

said his wife.

"Then you will be king."

"No,"

said Mac.

"That is bad."

But his wife talked and talked.

"Hai paura?"

"Are you afraid?"

"Sei debole?"

"Are you weak?"

That night, the king came to their castle.

Mac's wife gave the king wine.

The king went to sleep.

Mac took a knife.

His hands shook.

I watched his shadow on the wall.

It was dark and scary.

Mac killed the king.

In the morning, people found the king dead.

Mac said,

"Oh no!"

"Oh no!"

"Chi ha fatto questa cosa terribile?"

"Who did this terrible thing?"

But I knew.

Shadows always know.

Mac became king.

But he was not happy.

He was afraid.

He could not sleep.

"Le tre donne hanno detto che gli alberi possono camminare,"

"The three women said trees can walk,"

Mac told his wife.

"Cosa significa?"

"What does that mean?"

Mac killed more people.

He was afraid everyone wanted to kill him.

One day, soldiers came to fight Mac.

They cut down tree branches.

They held the branches in front of them.

From far away, it looked like trees were walking to the castle.

"Gli alberi stanno camminando!"

"The trees are walking!"

shouted Mac.

"The old women were right!"

Mac fought the soldiers.

But there were too many.

Mac died.

I am still here on the wall.

I saw it all.

Power makes people do bad things.

That is what I learned.

The end.