Analyse how purpose changes for the audience yet the meaning stays the same.
Who is this version appealing too?
How does it assist with your understanding of the plot?
Friday, September 11, 2009
The Simpsons Parody
A parody is a 'take off' of the original.
Comment here how this pardoy helps with the understanding of the plot. What does the poem mean to you now?
What is lost through this version? What is gained?
Comment here how this pardoy helps with the understanding of the plot. What does the poem mean to you now?
What is lost through this version? What is gained?
The Raven Meaning
Comment on this part of the blog on what you believe the meaning of the Raven to be and what influence you think Poe's life had on him writing the poem.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Act 2 Scene 4
ACT 2 SCENE 4
Old Man
Threescore and ten I can remember well:
Within the volume of which time I have seen
Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore night
Hath trifled former knowings.
ROSS
Ah, good father,
Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act,
Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock, 'tis day,
And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp:
Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame,
That darkness does the face of earth entomb,
When living light should kiss it?
Old Man
'Tis unnatural,
Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last,
A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.
ROSS
And Duncan's horses--a thing most strange and certain--
Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,
Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make
War with mankind.
Old Man
Threescore and ten I can remember well:
Within the volume of which time I have seen
Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore night
Hath trifled former knowings.
ROSS
Ah, good father,
Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act,
Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock, 'tis day,
And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp:
Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame,
That darkness does the face of earth entomb,
When living light should kiss it?
Old Man
'Tis unnatural,
Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last,
A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.
ROSS
And Duncan's horses--a thing most strange and certain--
Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,
Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make
War with mankind.
Act 2 Scene 2
ACT 2 SCENE 2
This is the scene where Macbeth and Lady Macbeth discuss that they have just killed the King
SCENE II. The same.
Enter LADY MACBETH
LADY MACBETH
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold;
What hath quench'd them hath given me fire.
Hark! Peace!
It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,
Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it:
The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms
Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg'd
their possets,
That death and nature do contend about them,
Whether they live or die.
MACBETH
[Within] Who's there? what, ho!
LADY MACBETH
Alack, I am afraid they have awaked,
And 'tis not done. The attempt and not the deed
Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready;
He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled
My father as he slept, I had done't.
Enter MACBETH
My husband!
MACBETH
I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?
LADY MACBETH
I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.
Did not you speak?
MACBETH
When?
LADY MACBETH
Now.
MACBETH
As I descended?
LADY MACBETH
Ay.
MACBETH
Hark!
Who lies i' the second chamber?
LADY MACBETH
Donalbain.
MACBETH
This is a sorry sight.
Looking on his hands
LADY MACBETH
A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.
MACBETH
There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried
'Murder!'
That they did wake each other: I stood and heard them:
But they did say their prayers, and address'd them
Again to sleep.
LADY MACBETH
There are two lodged together.
MACBETH
One cried 'God bless us!' and 'Amen' the other;
As they had seen me with these hangman's hands.
Listening their fear, I could not say 'Amen,'
When they did say 'God bless us!'
LADY MACBETH
Consider it not so deeply.
MACBETH
But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'?
I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen'
Stuck in my throat.
LADY MACBETH
These deeds must not be thought
After these ways; so, it will make us mad.
MACBETH
Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast,--
LADY MACBETH
What do you mean?
MACBETH
Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house:
'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor
Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.'
LADY MACBETH
Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane,
You do unbend your noble strength, to think
So brainsickly of things. Go get some water,
And wash this filthy witness from your hand.
Why did you bring these daggers from the place?
They must lie there: go carry them; and smear
The sleepy grooms with blood.
MACBETH
I'll go no more:
I am afraid to think what I have done;
Look on't again I dare not.
LADY MACBETH
Infirm of purpose!
Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead
Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood
That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,
I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal;
For it must seem their guilt.
Exit. Knocking within
MACBETH
Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appals me?
What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes.
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas in incarnadine,
Making the green one red.
Re-enter LADY MACBETH
LADY MACBETH
My hands are of your colour; but I shame
To wear a heart so white.
Knocking within
I hear a knocking
At the south entry: retire we to our chamber;
A little water clears us of this deed:
How easy is it, then! Your constancy
Hath left you unattended.
Knocking within
Hark! more knocking.
Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us,
And show us to be watchers. Be not lost
So poorly in your thoughts.
MACBETH
To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself.
Knocking within
Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst!
Exeunt
Literature Network » William Shakespeare » Macbeth » Act 2. Scene II
This is the scene where Macbeth and Lady Macbeth discuss that they have just killed the King
SCENE II. The same.
Enter LADY MACBETH
LADY MACBETH
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold;
What hath quench'd them hath given me fire.
Hark! Peace!
It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,
Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it:
The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms
Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg'd
their possets,
That death and nature do contend about them,
Whether they live or die.
MACBETH
[Within] Who's there? what, ho!
LADY MACBETH
Alack, I am afraid they have awaked,
And 'tis not done. The attempt and not the deed
Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready;
He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled
My father as he slept, I had done't.
Enter MACBETH
My husband!
MACBETH
I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?
LADY MACBETH
I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.
Did not you speak?
MACBETH
When?
LADY MACBETH
Now.
MACBETH
As I descended?
LADY MACBETH
Ay.
MACBETH
Hark!
Who lies i' the second chamber?
LADY MACBETH
Donalbain.
MACBETH
This is a sorry sight.
Looking on his hands
LADY MACBETH
A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.
MACBETH
There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried
'Murder!'
That they did wake each other: I stood and heard them:
But they did say their prayers, and address'd them
Again to sleep.
LADY MACBETH
There are two lodged together.
MACBETH
One cried 'God bless us!' and 'Amen' the other;
As they had seen me with these hangman's hands.
Listening their fear, I could not say 'Amen,'
When they did say 'God bless us!'
LADY MACBETH
Consider it not so deeply.
MACBETH
But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'?
I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen'
Stuck in my throat.
LADY MACBETH
These deeds must not be thought
After these ways; so, it will make us mad.
MACBETH
Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast,--
LADY MACBETH
What do you mean?
MACBETH
Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house:
'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor
Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.'
LADY MACBETH
Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane,
You do unbend your noble strength, to think
So brainsickly of things. Go get some water,
And wash this filthy witness from your hand.
Why did you bring these daggers from the place?
They must lie there: go carry them; and smear
The sleepy grooms with blood.
MACBETH
I'll go no more:
I am afraid to think what I have done;
Look on't again I dare not.
LADY MACBETH
Infirm of purpose!
Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead
Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood
That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,
I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal;
For it must seem their guilt.
Exit. Knocking within
MACBETH
Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appals me?
What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes.
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas in incarnadine,
Making the green one red.
Re-enter LADY MACBETH
LADY MACBETH
My hands are of your colour; but I shame
To wear a heart so white.
Knocking within
I hear a knocking
At the south entry: retire we to our chamber;
A little water clears us of this deed:
How easy is it, then! Your constancy
Hath left you unattended.
Knocking within
Hark! more knocking.
Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us,
And show us to be watchers. Be not lost
So poorly in your thoughts.
MACBETH
To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself.
Knocking within
Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst!
Exeunt
Literature Network » William Shakespeare » Macbeth » Act 2. Scene II
Act 1 Scene 7
ACT 1 SCENE VII. Macbeth's castle.
MACBETH
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly: if the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With his surcease success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases
We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice
To our own lips. He's here in double trust;
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
Who should against his murderer shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off;
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
And falls on the other.
Enter LADY MACBETH
How now! what news?
LADY MACBETH
He has almost supp'd: why have you left the chamber?
MACBETH
Hath he ask'd for me?
LADY MACBETH
Know you not he has?
MACBETH
We will proceed no further in this business:
He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Not cast aside so soon.
LADY MACBETH
Was the hope drunk
Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since?
And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
At what it did so freely? From this time
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valour
As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem,
Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,'
Like the poor cat i' the adage?
MACBETH
Prithee, peace:
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.
LADY MACBETH
What beast was't, then,
That made you break this enterprise to me?
When you durst do it, then you were a man;
And, to be more than what you were, you would
Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:
They have made themselves, and that their fitness now
Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know
How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me:
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,
And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you
Have done to this.
MACBETH
If we should fail?
LADY MACBETH
We fail!
But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep--
Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey
Soundly invite him--his two chamberlains
Will I with wine and wassail so convince
That memory, the warder of the brain,
Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason
A limbeck only: when in swinish sleep
Their drenched natures lie as in a death,
What cannot you and I perform upon
The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon
His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt
Of our great quell?
MACBETH
Bring forth men-children only;
For thy undaunted mettle should compose
Nothing but males. Will it not be received,
When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two
Of his own chamber and used their very daggers,
That they have done't?
LADY MACBETH
Who dares receive it other,
As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar
Upon his death?
MACBETH
I am settled, and bend up
Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
Away, and mock the time with fairest show:
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
MACBETH
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly: if the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With his surcease success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases
We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice
To our own lips. He's here in double trust;
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
Who should against his murderer shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off;
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
And falls on the other.
Enter LADY MACBETH
How now! what news?
LADY MACBETH
He has almost supp'd: why have you left the chamber?
MACBETH
Hath he ask'd for me?
LADY MACBETH
Know you not he has?
MACBETH
We will proceed no further in this business:
He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Not cast aside so soon.
LADY MACBETH
Was the hope drunk
Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since?
And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
At what it did so freely? From this time
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valour
As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem,
Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,'
Like the poor cat i' the adage?
MACBETH
Prithee, peace:
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.
LADY MACBETH
What beast was't, then,
That made you break this enterprise to me?
When you durst do it, then you were a man;
And, to be more than what you were, you would
Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:
They have made themselves, and that their fitness now
Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know
How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me:
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,
And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you
Have done to this.
MACBETH
If we should fail?
LADY MACBETH
We fail!
But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep--
Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey
Soundly invite him--his two chamberlains
Will I with wine and wassail so convince
That memory, the warder of the brain,
Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason
A limbeck only: when in swinish sleep
Their drenched natures lie as in a death,
What cannot you and I perform upon
The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon
His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt
Of our great quell?
MACBETH
Bring forth men-children only;
For thy undaunted mettle should compose
Nothing but males. Will it not be received,
When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two
Of his own chamber and used their very daggers,
That they have done't?
LADY MACBETH
Who dares receive it other,
As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar
Upon his death?
MACBETH
I am settled, and bend up
Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
Away, and mock the time with fairest show:
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Act 1 Scene 5 Lines 39-57
Act 1 Scene 5 Lines 39 – 57
LADY MACBETH HAS JUST BEEN TOLD BY A MESSENGER THAT THE KING WILL BE SLEEPING AT HER PLACE TONIGHT.
Lady MacBeth: The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood;
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry 'Hold, hold!'
LADY MACBETH HAS JUST BEEN TOLD BY A MESSENGER THAT THE KING WILL BE SLEEPING AT HER PLACE TONIGHT.
Lady MacBeth: The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood;
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry 'Hold, hold!'
Act 1 Scene 5 Lines 14-28
Act 1 Scene 5 Lines 14 - 28
LADY MACBETH HAS JUST READ A LETTER FROM MACBETH WHERE HE SPELLS OUT THE WITCHES PROPHECY THAT HE HILL BE KING.
Lady Macbeth: Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
What thou art promised: yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great;
Art not without ambition, but without
The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly,
That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'ldst have, great Glamis,
That which cries 'Thus thou must do, if thou have it;
And that which rather thou dost fear to do
Than wishest should be undone.' Hie thee hither,
That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;
And chastise with the valour of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the golden round,
Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
To have thee crown'd withal.
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LADY MACBETH HAS JUST READ A LETTER FROM MACBETH WHERE HE SPELLS OUT THE WITCHES PROPHECY THAT HE HILL BE KING.
Lady Macbeth: Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
What thou art promised: yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great;
Art not without ambition, but without
The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly,
That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'ldst have, great Glamis,
That which cries 'Thus thou must do, if thou have it;
And that which rather thou dost fear to do
Than wishest should be undone.' Hie thee hither,
That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;
And chastise with the valour of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the golden round,
Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
To have thee crown'd withal.
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Act 1 Scene 3 Lines 137-61
Act 1 Scene 3 Lines 137-61
MACBETH
[Aside] Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme.--I thank you, gentlemen.
Aside
Cannot be ill, cannot be good: if ill,
Why hath it given me earnest of success,
Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor:
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature? Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings:
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of man that function
Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is
But what is not.
BANQUO
Look, how our partner's rapt.
MACBETH
[Aside] If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,
Without my stir.
MACBETH
[Aside] Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme.--I thank you, gentlemen.
Aside
Cannot be ill, cannot be good: if ill,
Why hath it given me earnest of success,
Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor:
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature? Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings:
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of man that function
Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is
But what is not.
BANQUO
Look, how our partner's rapt.
MACBETH
[Aside] If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,
Without my stir.
Act 1 Scene 3 Line 39-81
ACT 1 SCENE 3 Lines 39 – 81
MACBETH
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
BANQUO
How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these
So wither'd and so wild in their attire,
That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught
That man may question? You seem to understand me,
By each at once her chappy finger laying
Upon her skinny lips: you should be women,
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so.
MACBETH
Speak, if you can: what are you?
First Witch
All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!
Second Witch
All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!
Third Witch
All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!
BANQUO
Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear
Things that do sound so fair? I' the name of truth,
Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner
You greet with present grace and great prediction
Of noble having and of royal hope,
That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not.
If you can look into the seeds of time,
And say which grain will grow and which will not,
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear
Your favours nor your hate.
First Witch
Hail!
Second Witch
Hail!
Third Witch
Hail!
First Witch
Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
Second Witch
Not so happy, yet much happier.
Third Witch
Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:
So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
First Witch
Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!
MACBETH
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
BANQUO
How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these
So wither'd and so wild in their attire,
That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught
That man may question? You seem to understand me,
By each at once her chappy finger laying
Upon her skinny lips: you should be women,
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so.
MACBETH
Speak, if you can: what are you?
First Witch
All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!
Second Witch
All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!
Third Witch
All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!
BANQUO
Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear
Things that do sound so fair? I' the name of truth,
Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner
You greet with present grace and great prediction
Of noble having and of royal hope,
That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not.
If you can look into the seeds of time,
And say which grain will grow and which will not,
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear
Your favours nor your hate.
First Witch
Hail!
Second Witch
Hail!
Third Witch
Hail!
First Witch
Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
Second Witch
Not so happy, yet much happier.
Third Witch
Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:
So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
First Witch
Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!
Macbeth Quotes
PLEASE ADD MORE!!!
MACBETH QUOTES
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
--Witches, Act I, scene i
If you can look into the seeds of time,
And say which grain will grow, and which will not,
Speak.
--Banquo, Act I, scene iii
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray's
In deepest consequence.
--Banquo, Act I, scene iii
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.
--Macbeth, Act I, scene iii
Nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it; he died
As one that had been studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,
As 'twere a careless trifle.
--Malcolm, Act I, scene iv
Stars, hide your fires!
Let not light see my black and deep desires.
--Macbeth, Act I, scene iv
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
What thou art promised. Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great;
Art not without ambition; but without
The illness should attend it.
--Lady Macbeth, Act I, scene v
Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts! unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe, top-full
Of direst cruelty; make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief!
--Lady Macbeth, Act I, scene v
Look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under it.
--Lady Macbeth, Act I, scene v
I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
And falls on the other.
--Macbeth, Act I, scene vii
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more, is none.
--Macbeth, Act I, scene vii
I have given suck, and know
How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me:
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,
And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn
As you have done to this.
--Lady Macbeth, Act I, scene vii
Screw your courage to the sticking-place.
--Lady Macbeth, Act I, scene vii
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee;
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
--Macbeth, Act II, scene i
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of.
--Macbeth, Act II, scene i
To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
Which the false man does easy.
--Malcolm, Act II, scene ii
Nought's had, all's spent
Where our desire is got without content.
'Tis safer to be that which we destroy
Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy.
--Lady Macbeth, Act III, scene ii
There 's daggers in men's smiles.
--Donalbain, Act II, scene iii
What's done is done.
--Lady Macbeth, Act III, scene ii
I am in blood
Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
--Macbeth, Act III, scene iv
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
--Witches, Act IV, scene i
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
--Second Witch, Act IV, scene i
When our actions do not,
Our fears do make us traitors.
--Lady Macduff, Act IV, scene ii
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell;
Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,
Yet grace must still look so.
--Malcolm, Act IV, scene iii
Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.
--Malcolm, Act IV, scene iii
Out, damned spot! out, I say!
--Lady Macbeth, Act V, scene i
Those he commands move only in command,
Nothing in love: now does he feel his title
Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
Upon a dwarfish thief.
--Angus, Act V, scene ii
I have almost forgot the taste of fears;
The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors;
Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts
Cannot once start me.
--Macbeth, Act V, scene v
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Act V, Scene V
MACBETH QUOTES
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
--Witches, Act I, scene i
If you can look into the seeds of time,
And say which grain will grow, and which will not,
Speak.
--Banquo, Act I, scene iii
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray's
In deepest consequence.
--Banquo, Act I, scene iii
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.
--Macbeth, Act I, scene iii
Nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it; he died
As one that had been studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,
As 'twere a careless trifle.
--Malcolm, Act I, scene iv
Stars, hide your fires!
Let not light see my black and deep desires.
--Macbeth, Act I, scene iv
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
What thou art promised. Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great;
Art not without ambition; but without
The illness should attend it.
--Lady Macbeth, Act I, scene v
Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts! unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe, top-full
Of direst cruelty; make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief!
--Lady Macbeth, Act I, scene v
Look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under it.
--Lady Macbeth, Act I, scene v
I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
And falls on the other.
--Macbeth, Act I, scene vii
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more, is none.
--Macbeth, Act I, scene vii
I have given suck, and know
How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me:
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,
And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn
As you have done to this.
--Lady Macbeth, Act I, scene vii
Screw your courage to the sticking-place.
--Lady Macbeth, Act I, scene vii
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee;
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
--Macbeth, Act II, scene i
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of.
--Macbeth, Act II, scene i
To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
Which the false man does easy.
--Malcolm, Act II, scene ii
Nought's had, all's spent
Where our desire is got without content.
'Tis safer to be that which we destroy
Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy.
--Lady Macbeth, Act III, scene ii
There 's daggers in men's smiles.
--Donalbain, Act II, scene iii
What's done is done.
--Lady Macbeth, Act III, scene ii
I am in blood
Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
--Macbeth, Act III, scene iv
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
--Witches, Act IV, scene i
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
--Second Witch, Act IV, scene i
When our actions do not,
Our fears do make us traitors.
--Lady Macduff, Act IV, scene ii
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell;
Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,
Yet grace must still look so.
--Malcolm, Act IV, scene iii
Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.
--Malcolm, Act IV, scene iii
Out, damned spot! out, I say!
--Lady Macbeth, Act V, scene i
Those he commands move only in command,
Nothing in love: now does he feel his title
Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
Upon a dwarfish thief.
--Angus, Act V, scene ii
I have almost forgot the taste of fears;
The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors;
Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts
Cannot once start me.
--Macbeth, Act V, scene v
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Act V, Scene V
Macbeth Plot
MACBETH PLOT
Witches bury hand- set scene for scary plot
War- Macbeth has killed many people. Macbeth is the Thane of Glamis (received the title when his father died)
Macbeth and Banquo meet up with witches.
Macbeth is told by witches “All hail Macbeth! Hail to thee, thane of Glamis!/All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor! /All hail, Macbeth! That shalt be king hereafter”
Banquo is told by witches: “Lesser than Macbeth, and greater./Not so happy, yet much happier. /Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none”
Kings son Edward is name Prince of Cumberland (next in line to be King). Macbeth
gets angry.
Macbeth writes a letter to Lady Macbeth (his wife) telling her of the three prophecies. Lady Macbeth states that she knows Macbeth wants to be king but he is too soft “...yet I do feel thy nature; /It is too full o’ the milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way”
Macbeth comes home and tells Lady Macbeth that the King is coming for a sleepover. So Lady Macbeth plots a plan to kill the King by manipulating Macbeth to murder him and telling him that she will so all of the work: “To alter favour ever is to fear: Leave all the rest to me”
Macbeth soliloquy- he decides he doesn’t want to kill the King “We will proceed no further in this business:/ He hath honoured me of late; and I have bought/ Golden
opinions from all sorts of people”.
Lady Macbeth guilts Macbeth into killing the King by making him feel inferior to her and that she is more of a man than him. “What beast was it then/ That made you break this enterprise to me?/ When you durst do it, then you were a man;” and “I have given suck, and know/ How tender ‘tis to love the babe that milks me:/ I would, while it was smiling in my face, / Have pluck’d my nipple from his boneless gums, / And dashed the brains out, had I sworn/ As you have done to this.”
Lady Macbeth poisons the drink of the king’s guards so they fall asleep- the King is
unguarded.
Macbeth follows a floating dagger into the King’s chambers “Is this a dagger I see before me”
Macbeth stabs the King
Macbeth carries the daggers back outside, Lady Macbeth tells him off and takes the daggers back to plant them on the guards in order to frame them.
Macbeth kills the guards.
King’s sons- Malcolm (Prince of Cumberland) and Donalbain flee to Ireland and Scotland as they are suspected murderers of the King.
Macbeth is named King
Macbeth asks Banquo and his son Fleance to join him at the royal supper. Banquo tells Macbeth that they are going into the bush/ forest for a horse ride but they will be there for supper.
Macbeth hires two murderers to kill Banquo and Fleance.
Banquo is killed, Fleance escapes.
Macbeth sees Banquo’s ghost at the supper. Noone else can. Lady Macbeth asks the guests to leave. They all suspect he is going mad out of grief for the dead King.
Macbeth visits the witches where they dispel three apparitions : “...beware Macduff;/Beware the thane of Fife” “Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn/ The power of man, for none of woman born/ Shall harm Macbeth” “Macbeth shall never vanquish’d be until/ Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill/ Shall come against him.”
Lady Macbeth has gone mad and is seeing blood on her hands- people believe she is going mad because Macbeth is grieving.
Macbeth orders for the Macduff family to be killed.
Ross tells Macduff that his family has been killed. Ross tells Malcolm that under
King Macbeth the country has gone to disorder. He is encouraging him to come back and fight for the country.
Lady Macbeth constantly washing her hands “Oh damned spot! Out, I say”- she confesses to her and/ or Macbeth’s part in the murders of the King “Yet who would’ve thought the old man to have so much blood in him”, the murder of Macduff’s family “The thane of fife had a wife, where is she now?” and Banquo “Banquo’s buried; he cannot come out on’s grave”
Doctor tells Macbeth that Lady Macbeth is ill- he doesn’t care just tells him to fix her: “cure her of that”
Reports come to Macbeth that armies are plotting against him. He feels he is invincible because of the witches prophecies and ignores all warnings.
Lady Macbeth commits suicide. Macbeth says “She should have died hereafter;/ There would have been a time for such a word.”
Army carry Birnam Wood to Dunsinane castle
Macduff tells Macbeth that “Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother’s womb/ Untimely ripp’d” Translation: he was born via c-section.
Macduff kills Macbeth.
Malcolm crowned King.
Witches bury hand- set scene for scary plot
War- Macbeth has killed many people. Macbeth is the Thane of Glamis (received the title when his father died)
Macbeth and Banquo meet up with witches.
Macbeth is told by witches “All hail Macbeth! Hail to thee, thane of Glamis!/All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor! /All hail, Macbeth! That shalt be king hereafter”
Banquo is told by witches: “Lesser than Macbeth, and greater./Not so happy, yet much happier. /Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none”
Kings son Edward is name Prince of Cumberland (next in line to be King). Macbeth
gets angry.
Macbeth writes a letter to Lady Macbeth (his wife) telling her of the three prophecies. Lady Macbeth states that she knows Macbeth wants to be king but he is too soft “...yet I do feel thy nature; /It is too full o’ the milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way”
Macbeth comes home and tells Lady Macbeth that the King is coming for a sleepover. So Lady Macbeth plots a plan to kill the King by manipulating Macbeth to murder him and telling him that she will so all of the work: “To alter favour ever is to fear: Leave all the rest to me”
Macbeth soliloquy- he decides he doesn’t want to kill the King “We will proceed no further in this business:/ He hath honoured me of late; and I have bought/ Golden
opinions from all sorts of people”.
Lady Macbeth guilts Macbeth into killing the King by making him feel inferior to her and that she is more of a man than him. “What beast was it then/ That made you break this enterprise to me?/ When you durst do it, then you were a man;” and “I have given suck, and know/ How tender ‘tis to love the babe that milks me:/ I would, while it was smiling in my face, / Have pluck’d my nipple from his boneless gums, / And dashed the brains out, had I sworn/ As you have done to this.”
Lady Macbeth poisons the drink of the king’s guards so they fall asleep- the King is
unguarded.
Macbeth follows a floating dagger into the King’s chambers “Is this a dagger I see before me”
Macbeth stabs the King
Macbeth carries the daggers back outside, Lady Macbeth tells him off and takes the daggers back to plant them on the guards in order to frame them.
Macbeth kills the guards.
King’s sons- Malcolm (Prince of Cumberland) and Donalbain flee to Ireland and Scotland as they are suspected murderers of the King.
Macbeth is named King
Macbeth asks Banquo and his son Fleance to join him at the royal supper. Banquo tells Macbeth that they are going into the bush/ forest for a horse ride but they will be there for supper.
Macbeth hires two murderers to kill Banquo and Fleance.
Banquo is killed, Fleance escapes.
Macbeth sees Banquo’s ghost at the supper. Noone else can. Lady Macbeth asks the guests to leave. They all suspect he is going mad out of grief for the dead King.
Macbeth visits the witches where they dispel three apparitions : “...beware Macduff;/Beware the thane of Fife” “Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn/ The power of man, for none of woman born/ Shall harm Macbeth” “Macbeth shall never vanquish’d be until/ Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill/ Shall come against him.”
Lady Macbeth has gone mad and is seeing blood on her hands- people believe she is going mad because Macbeth is grieving.
Macbeth orders for the Macduff family to be killed.
Ross tells Macduff that his family has been killed. Ross tells Malcolm that under
King Macbeth the country has gone to disorder. He is encouraging him to come back and fight for the country.
Lady Macbeth constantly washing her hands “Oh damned spot! Out, I say”- she confesses to her and/ or Macbeth’s part in the murders of the King “Yet who would’ve thought the old man to have so much blood in him”, the murder of Macduff’s family “The thane of fife had a wife, where is she now?” and Banquo “Banquo’s buried; he cannot come out on’s grave”
Doctor tells Macbeth that Lady Macbeth is ill- he doesn’t care just tells him to fix her: “cure her of that”
Reports come to Macbeth that armies are plotting against him. He feels he is invincible because of the witches prophecies and ignores all warnings.
Lady Macbeth commits suicide. Macbeth says “She should have died hereafter;/ There would have been a time for such a word.”
Army carry Birnam Wood to Dunsinane castle
Macduff tells Macbeth that “Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother’s womb/ Untimely ripp’d” Translation: he was born via c-section.
Macduff kills Macbeth.
Malcolm crowned King.
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