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in the moon's eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab: Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, For the ingredients of our cauldron. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. tetrametre Trochaic ↳ emphasizes one ward 48 the doesn'temphasize Second Witch to a harpy, is a greek and lan my thi logical creat with a woman's head and body, a bird's wings, and excessively carge, you have damage Sharp claws. Cah also be an insult. The witches use items from the natural world for unnatural ends. The sickening fake nature apart, answer using pieces of ani and turn irupside edemanding) down. The precision ontrolling and vaniputative of the rhyme emphasizes their art their spell is a creative art me" First Witch Second Witch Third Witch First Witch personality erratic irrational possessed mysterious our of control HECATE The witch will be rewardga Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good. Enter HECATE to the other three Witches -Hecate's partin well done! I commend your pains; this scene is and every one shall share l' the gains: believed not to And now about the cauldron sing. Live elves and fairies in a ring. Enchanting all that you put in. by everyon Music and a song: 'Block spirits,' & c HECATE retires Second Witch Even though damaged everything... until the MACBETH velling at a speed of 46m/s with a mass of 0. 846.4 use of alliteration which / creates an eerie. tone is First Witch By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. icks, er knocks! have been written by Shakespeare, but by the younger dramatist Thomas Middleton, as part of a revival of the play. Wind are powerful enough to tear w, you secret, black, and midnight down churches. 't you do? Yeasty waves-big- waves ↓ without a name imperative verb. re you, by that which you profess, er you come to know it, answer me: 1 you untie the winds and let them 1 t the churches; though the yesty wa Destruction und and swallow navigation up; gh bladed com he lodged trees bland damaged gh castles topple on their warders' he effect of the igh palaces and pyramids do slope r heads to their foundations; though th witches. nature's germens tumble all together, en till destruction sicken; answer me To what I ask you. Spe" conjure you" imperativ e. Srates what he wants with no hesitation. "answerme, to what I ask you" telling them to answer his questions & the immediately. Den We Say, Or fr Call Pour Her n fare scountry 4 "answer me "keeps Felling them to 8 desperannes Cling onto the landing power hisy 3 ambition's led t him to his face of care towards Ho crifice of ScoH The places his kin wer him-dema- qo ALL nem From the murderer's gibbet throw Into the flame. Shows Macbeth's audacity; he sees a floating head and yet continuer to use the imperativ. Hear his speech, but say thou nought. to show his power Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff; and Superio Beware the thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough or control He knows thy thought: The First Witch Come, high or low; Thyself and office deftly show! Thunder. First Apparition: an armed Head MACBETH First Witch Tell me, thou unknown power, 1st Apparition Descends name could indicate his importance. MACBETH Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks; Thou hast harp'd my fear aright: but one Macduff is the word more, re overly ambitious, of the archetype He will not be commanded: here's another, Owenging hero, not simply wit with du for The tradic structur nothing is ever enough More potent than the first. here highlights them! theme of the superid while the exclamative Punctuation creates Thunder. Second Apparition: A bloody Child 2nd Apparition Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! Had I three ears, I'd hear thee. MACBETH This seems like a Composedone-liner bold, and resolute; lau of man, for none of wr AS from Macbeth, but Macbeth. -C-sec a sense of urgency sting light also reveals his desperation to absord whatever info the witches apparitions give So macduff as if the apparitioniti was prompring macbeth' to mhim. Macduff: what need I make assurance doub a bond of fate: thou sh s said after nes tell Macbeth no one can kill hand though it's alie. makes him feel powerful. However just to be sure he plans to Rill Macduff. Mis- 3rd Apparition leading, but nota lie. The witches deceive, sare: but always tell the ALL truth. 50 pact quickly Descends MACBETH ALL MACBETH Houtboys First Witch Second Witch Third Witch ALL Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill Shall come against him. Apparitions vanish That will never be Who can impress the forest, bid the tree Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements! good! Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath To time and mortal custom. Yet my heart Throbs to know one thing: tell me, if your art Can tell so much: shall Banquo's issue ever Reign in this kingdom? Seek to know no more. I will be satisfied: deny me this, And an eternal curse fall on you! Let me know. Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this? Show! Show! Show! Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; Come like shadows, so depart! A show of Eight Kings, the lost with a glass in his hand; GHOST OF BANQUO following MACBETH Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo: down! Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls. And thy hair, Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first. A third is like the former. Filthy hags! Why do you show me this? A fourth! Start, eyes! What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? Another yet! A seventh! I'll see no more: And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass Which shows me many more, and some I see That two-fold balls and treble scepters carry: Harrible sight! Now, I see, 'tis true; For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me, And points at them for his. What, is this 50? 51 Compares to вапамо 2 First Witch Music. The witches dance and then vanish, with HECATE MACBETH Ay, sir, ail this is so: but why Stands Macbeth thus amazedly? Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites, And show the best of our delights: I'll charm the air to give a sound, While you perform your antic round: That this great king may kindly say, Our duties did his welcome pay. Enter LENNOX LENNOX MACBETH LENNOX MACBETH LENNOX MACBETH LENNOX MACBETH LENNOX MACBETH Exeunt Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar! Come in, without there! What's your grace's will? Saw you the weird sisters? No, my lord. Came they not by you? No, indeed, my lord. Infected be the air whereon they ride; And damn'd all those that trust them! I did hear The galloping of horse: who was't came by? 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word Macduff is fled to England. Fled to England! Ay, my good lord. Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits: The flighty purpose never is o'ertook Unless the deed go with it; from this moment The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done: The castle of Macduff i will surprise; Seize upon Fife; give to the edge of the sword His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls Macbeth is g to 52 That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool; This deed I'll do before this purpose cool. But no more sights!--Where are these gentlemen? Macduff's Come, bring me where they are. wife +kids. SCENE II. Fife. Macduff's castle. Enter LADY MACDUFF, her Son, and ROSS LADY MACDUFF What had he done, to make him fly the land? You must have patience, madam. ROSS LADY MACDUFF He had none: ROSS They queshopu Macdoff integrity not think macbeth has about betrayed hem His flight was madness: when our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors. speed of 4m/s with a Lady Macduff is me wife of lord Macduff, the thane of fife and the ·mother of an unamed sonlar CSE Ross is warner events e place; rhis f doesn't forsne Fly?! You know not Whether it was his wisdom or his fear. LADY MACDUFF Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes, His mansion and his titles in a place From whence himself does fly? He loves us not; He wants the natural touch: for the poor wren, The most diminutive of birds, will fight, Her young ones in her nest, against the owl, All is the fear and nothing is the love; Lady As little is the wisdom, where the fight he courage Macduff IS Conma Sting So runs against all reason. las She ered, yer hemselves dy mac- and us Cacauff VIALDUFFT Lady mey are innocent of bad deeds, but because their fears go against Macbert, they are traitors. that had duff feels betrayed MACDUFF Sans, you are dead, And what w As birds do, y dearest coz, ray you, school yourself: but for your e is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows uch further; ne fits o' the season. I dare not speak 6 ut cruel are the times, when we are traitors nd do not know ourselves, when we hold rumour rom what we fear, yet know not what we fear, ut float upon a wild and violent sea ach way and move. I take my leave of you: of a smali by her husband bird with as he left them husband, Co- Extension of Appearan her husband's betrayal of the e vs reality theme The audience/me regards Macduff as a hero while his wife has an oward Opposite opinion •An example JF Fallacy. to the state in Underm lands Many think He was scare if Le you live? P icla hium is Comparable to that of a violent Sea. Ewild - Theme of Good sent > is the So runs is warnin be thems Here it seems that ROSS Lady Macauce about the events that are about to take place; explicitly.dy Macduff however he doesn't say this" See herself as a waitor, says: "Wimer should I th doesn't she I fly?! no harm. have done The times are cruel as she sund her son are murdered, they still don't see themselves are traitors, but Lady Mac- duff, Sees her husband us, traitor O berra ack JJ5C words relate to HR theme of appearance quality as Ross is calling herafamily member and if he cared for her he woul have told her about. the murderer 'sfirst instead of being calm, this leaves the audience to be suspicious of Ross chara The Ross is a fraid he will Start to weep and embarrass them both. This is a clear represent ation of the gender men stereotype H Shouldn't cr cry to appear strong in front of women. Lady Macduff Sobverts the gender stereotype around the emotional kness. 3. The way pass says Hvis makes itseem as Ine knows more than he ehingon. M them. Town, To Falk To LADY MACDUFF What, with worms and flies? Son With what I get, I mean; and so do they. LADY MACDUFF Poor bird! thou'ldst never fear the net nor lime, The pitfall nor the gin. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for. My father is not dead, for all your saying. LADY MACDUFF Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a father? Nay, how will you do for a husband? Son LADY MACDUFF Why, I can buy me twenty at any market. Then you'll buy 'em to sell again. Son LADY MACDUFF Thou speak'st with all thy wit: and yet, i' faith, With wit enough for thee. Was my father a traitor, mother? Son Son LADY MACDUFF Ay, that he was. What is a traitor? Son LADY MACDUFF Why, one that swears and lies. Son And be all traitors that do so? LADY MACDUFF Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged. Son And must they all be hanged that swear and lie? LADY MACDUFF Every one. Son Son Who must hang them? LADY MACDUFF Why, the honest men. Son Then the liars and swearers are fools, for there are liars and swearers enow to beat the honest men and hang up them. LADY MACDUFF Now, God help thee, poor monkey! But how wilt thou do for a father? If he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you would not, it were a good sign that I should quickly have a new father. LADY MACDUFF Poor prattler, how thou talk'st! Enter a Messenger Messenger Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known, Though in your state of honour I am perfect. 54 ૦૨ Exit I doubt some danger does approach you nearly. If you will take a homely man's advice, LADY MACDUFF Whither should I fly? Son First Murderer Stabbing him Son Be not found here; hence, with your little ones. To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage; To do worse to you were fell cruelty, Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you! I dare abide no longer. Enter Murderers What are these faces? First Murderer Where is your husband? LADY MACDUFF I hope, in no place so unsanctified Where such as thou mayst find him. First Murderer He's a traitor. 3 Arunner with a man of g running of my 19.84 I have done no harm. But I remember now I am in this earthly world; where to do harm is often laudable, to do good sometime Accounted dangerous folly: why then, alas, Do I put up that womanly defence, To say I have done no harm? Thou liest, thou shag-hair'd villaini What, you egg! Young fry of treachery! He has kill'd me, mother: Run away, I pray you! Dies Exit LADY MACDUFF, crying 'Murder!" Exeunt Murderers, following her 55 SCENE III. England. Before the King's palace. Enter MALCOLM and MACDUFF MALCOLM MACDUFF MALCOLM Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there Weep our sad bosoms empty. Let us rather Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men Bestride our down-fall'n birthdom: each new morn MACDUFF MALCOLM New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds As if it felt with Scotland and yell'd out Like syllable of dolour. What I believe I'll wail, What know believe, and what I can redress, As I shall find the time to friend, I will. Talking about Macbern being a tyrant and but something his name hurts them MACDUFF MALCOLM What you have spoke, it may be so perchance. This tyrant, whose sofe name blisters our tongues, Was once thought honest: you have loved him well. He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young; You may deserve of him through me, and wisdom To offer up a weak poor innocent lamb To appease an angry god. I am not treacherous. But Macbeth is. A good and virtuous nature may recoil In an imperial charge. But I shall crave MACDUFF your pardon; That which you are my thoughts cannot transpose: Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell; Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet grace must still look so. I have lost my hopes. Perchance even there where I did find my doubts. Why in that rawness left you wife and child, Those precious motives, those strong knots of love, Without leave-taking? I pray you, Let not my jealousies be your dishonours, But mine own safeties. You may be rightly just, Whatever I shall think. Bleed, bleed, por country Country being Great tyranny! lay thou thy basis sure, For goodness dare not cheque thee: wear thou actions 56 byth acber + witchcraft MALCOLM MACDUFF MALCOLM MACDUFF MALCOLM thy wrongs; The title is affeer'd! Fare thee well, lord: I would not be the villain that thou think'st For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp, And the rich East to boot. Be not offended: I speak not as in absolute fear of you. I think our country sinks beneath the yoke; It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash Is added to her wounds: I think withal There would be hands uplifted in my right; And here from gracious England have I offer Of goodly thousands: but, for all this, When I shall tread upon the tyrant's head, Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country Shall have more vices than it had before, More suffer and more sundry ways than ever, By him that shall succeed. What should he be? It is myself I mean: in whom I know All the particulars of vice so grafted That, when they shall be open'd, black Macbeth Will seem as pure as snow, and the poor state Esteem him as a lamb, being compared With my confineless harms. belittling. him self Not in the legions Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd In evils to top Macbeth. To yalty MACDUFF to test Macduff That did oppose my will: better Macbeth Than such an one to reign. Boundless intemperance In nature is a tyranny; it hath been The untimely emptying of the happy throne And fall of many kings. But fear not yet To take upon you what is yours: you may Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty, "I am not the villain you ever think I am" I grant him bloody, Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin That has a name: but there's no bottom, none, In my voluptuousness: your wives, your daughters, Your matrons and your maids, could not fill up The cistern of my lust, and my desire All continent impediments would o'erbear 57 J ・It gets hurt everyday adding to the multiple damage that ・Saying the devil can't do bad thing like Macbeth "just = bad habits =greed vices= bad habits them. Malcohtesting Macduff's MALCOLM destruction for wealth MACDUFF MALCOLM MACDUFF MALCOLM MACDUFF Talking about how Scotland is. miserable loyalty And yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwink. We have willing dames enough: there cannot be That vulture in you, to devour so many As will to greatness dedicate themselves, Finding it so inclined. to Macbeth With this there grows In my most ill-composed affection such A stanchless avarice that, were I king. I should cut off the nobles for their lands, Desire his jewels and this other's house: And my more-having would be as a sauce To make me hunger more; that I should forge Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal, Destroying them for wealth. - Money - greed This avarice Sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root Than summer-seeming lust, and it hath been The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear; Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will. of your mere own: all these are portable, With other graces weigh'd. saying pretending be greedy Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth. 15 - ما But I have none: the king-becoming graces, As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, I have no relish of them, but abound in the division of each several crime, Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should qualities. Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, 58 He says he doesn't have any of the Rings O Scotland, Scotland! -talks about Scoriand, not If such a one be fit to govern, Macbern or Macduff I am as I have spoken. Fit to governi No, not to live. O nation miserable, With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd, When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again, Since that the truest issue of thy throne By his own interdiction stands accursed, And does blaspheme his breed? Thy royal father Was a most sainted king: the queen that bore thee, Oftener upon her knees than on her feet, Died every day she lived. Fare thee well! Think his father was a Saint MALCOLM Os on 'macdura trusting calling honourable, MACDUFF Macduff, this noble passion, Child of integrity, hath from my soul Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth By many of these trains hath sought to win me Into his power, and modest wisdom plucks me From over-credulous haste: but God above Deal between thee and mel for even now I put myself to thy direction, and him Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure The taints and blames I laid upon myself, For strangers to my nature. I am yet Unknown to woman, never was forsworn, Scarcely have coveted what was mine own, At no time broke my faith, would not betray The devil his fellow and delight No less in truth than life: my first false speaking Was this upon myself: what I am truly, Is thine and my poor country's to command: Whither indeed, before thy here-approach, Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men, Already at a point, was setting forth. Now we'll together; and the chance of goodness Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent? Such welcome and unwelcome things at once 'Tis hard to reconcile. Enter a Doctor MALCOLM Doctor MALCOLM Exit Doctor because These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself thrown. Have banish'd me from Scotland. O my breast Thy hope ends here! MACDUFF MALCOLM of the enx Telling Malcolm that he was ScoHour of religion -untrustworthy Well; more anon-Comes the king forth, I pray you? Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched souls That stay his cure: their malady convinces The great assay of art; but at his touch-- Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand- They presently amend. I thank you, doctor. What's the disease he means? 'Tis call'd the evil: A most miraculous work in this good king: Which often, since my here-remain in England, 59 evil curse them. ROSS Enter ROSS MACDUFF MALCOLM MACDUFF MALCOLM MACDUFF ROSS MACDUFF MALCOLM ROSS MACDUFF ROSS MACDUFF ROSS I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven, Himself best knows: but strangely-visited people, All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures, Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy, And sundry blessings hang about his throne, That speak him full of grace. See, who comes here? My countryman; but yet I know him not. My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither. I know him now. Good God, betimes remove The means that makes us strangers! Sir, amen. Stands Scotland where it did? Alas, poor country! Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot Be call'd our mother, but our grave; where nothing. But who knows nothing, is once seen to smile; Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems A modern ecstasy; the dead man's knell Is there scarce ask'd for who; and good men's lives Expire before the flowers in their caps, Dying or ere they sicken. O, relation Too nice, and yet too true! What's the newest grief? That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker: Each minute teems a new one. How does my wife? Why, well. And all my children? Well too. 60 ROSS MACDUFF MACDUFF MALCOLM ROSS ROSS MACDUFF ROSS ROSS MACDUFF ROSS MACDUFF MALCOLM The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace? No; they were well at peace when I did leave 'em. But not a niggard of your speech: how goes't? When I came hither to transport the tidings, Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour Of many worthy fellows that were out; Which was to my belief witness'd the rather, For that I saw the tyrant's power a-foot: Now is the time of help; your eye in Scotland Would create soldiers, make our women fight, To doff their dire distresses. Be't their comfort We are coming thither: gracious England hath Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men; An older and a better soldier none That Christendom gives out. Would I could answer This comfort with the like! But I have words That would be howl'd out in the desert air, Where hearing should not latch them. What concern they? The general cause? or is it a fee-grief Due to some single breast? No mind that's honest But in it shares some woe; though the main part Pertains to you alone. If it be mine, Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound That ever yet they heard. Hum! I guess at it. Your castle is surprised; your wife and babes Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner, Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer, To add the death of you. Merciful heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break. 61 of Cg running ofang 19.84 s 25 P MACDUFF ROSS MACDUFF ROSS MALCOLM MACDUFF MALCOLM MACDUFF MALCOLM MACDUFF MALCOLM Exeunt My children too? Wife, children, servants, all That could be found. And I must be from thence! My wife kill'd too? I have said. Be comforted: Let's make us medicines of our great revenge, To cure this deadly grief. deadly I sickly He has no children. All my pretty ones? Did you say all? O hell-kite! All? What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop? Dispute it like a man. I shall do so; But I must also feel it as a man: I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on, And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, They were all struck for thee! naught that I am, Not for their own demerits, but for mine, Fell slaughter on their souls. Heaven rest them now! Be this the whetstone of your sword: let grief - telling Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes And braggart with my tongue! But, gentle heavens, Cut short all intermission; front to front Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself; sword's length set him; if he 'scape, Within my Heaven forgive him too! Macduff to be angry. instead of sad 62 This tune goes manly. Come, go we to the king; our power is ready; Our lack is nothing but our leave; Macbeth Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may: The night is long that never finds the day.