Read the excerpt from act 4, scene 1 of The Tragedy of Macbeth. The witches are gathered around their cauldron, creating a potion.All. Double, double toil and trouble;Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Read the excerpt from act 4, scene 2 of The Tragedy of Macbeth. Lady Macduff attempts to tell her son that his father has died. When Lady Macduff continually asks her son what he will do without a father, he has quick, unexpected answers.Lady Macduff. Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a father?Son. Nay, how will you do for a husband?Lady Macduff. Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.Son. Then you’ll buy ’em to sell again.
Read the excerpt from act 3, scene 6 of The Tragedy of Macbeth. Lord. He did: and with an absolute "Sir, not I,”The cloudy messenger turns me his back,And hums, as who should say "You’ll rue the timeThat clogs me with this answer.”Lennox. And that well mightAdvise him to a caution, to hold what distanceHis wisdom can provide. Some holy angelFly to the court of England and unfoldHis message ere he come, that a swift blessingMay soon return to this our suffering countryUnder a hand accursed!
Read the excerpt from act 3, scene 6 of The Tragedy of Macbeth. Lennox and a lord are discussing the murders that have taken place over the last several days.Lennox. My former speeches have but hit your thoughts,Which can interpret further: only, I say,Things have been strangely borne. The gracious DuncanWas pitied of Macbeth: marry, he was dead:And the right-valiant Banquo walk’d too late
Read the excerpt from act 3, scene 6 of The Tragedy of Macbeth. Lennox and another lord are discussing the state of their kingdom. The lord says that a messenger approached Macduff and stated that Macbeth wanted him to immediately return to Scotland, but Macduff refused.[Lord.] thither MacduffIs gone to pray the holy king, upon his aidTo wake Northumberland and warlike Siward:That, by the help of these—with Him aboveTo ratify the work—we may againGive to our tables meat, sleep to our nights,Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives,. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Lennox. Sent he to Macduff?Lord. He did: and with an absolute "Sir, not I,”The cloudy messenger turns me his back,And hums, as who should say "You’ll rue the timeThat clogs me with this answer.”
Read the excerpt from act 4, scene 1 of The Tragedy of Macbeth. The witches have gathered around their cauldron, and they are beginning to create a potion.First Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d.Second Witch. Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.Third Witch. Harpier cries ’Tis time, ’tis time.
Read the excerpt from act 4, scene 2 of The Tragedy of Macbeth. Lady Macduff is lamenting the fact that her husband has fled from Scotland to England and left her and their children behind.Lady Macduff. 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;As little is the wisdom, where the flightSo runs against all reason.
Read the excerpt from act 4, scene 1 of The Tragedy of Macbeth. Macbeth has come to the witches to learn what is in store for his reign as king.Macbeth. I conjure you, by that which you profess,Howe’er you come to know it, answer me:Though you untie the winds and let them fightAgainst the churches
Read the excerpt from act 3, scene 6 of The Tragedy of Macbeth. Lennox and a lord are discussing the horrible state of their kingdom and the number of murders that have transpired.Lord. That, by the help of these—with Him aboveTo ratify the work—we may againGive to our tables meat, sleep to our nights,Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives,Do faithful homage and receive free honours
Read the excerpt from act 4, scene 1 of The Tragedy of Macbeth. Macbeth meets with the witches to ask about his future as king.Macbeth. I conjure you, by that which you profess,Howe’er you come to know it, answer me:Though you untie the winds and let them fightAgainst the churches; though the yesty wavesConfound and swallow navigation up;Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down;Though castles topple on their warders’ heads;Though palaces and pyramids do slopeTheir heads to their foundations; though the treasureOf nature’s germens tumble all together,Even till destruction sicken; answer meTo what I ask you.
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