Mitch Namie-Macbethh
Storyboard Beskrivelse
Macbeth Act 1 Scene 3
Storyboard Tekst
- A drum, a drum! Macbeth doth come.
- ...Peace! The charm’s wound up.
- What are theseSo withered and so wild in their attire
- 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!
- The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them. Whither are they vanished?
- Witches Vanish
- Were such things here as we do speak about? Or have we eaten on the insane root That takes the reason prisoner?
- Into the air, and what seemed corporal Melted, as breath into the wind.
- The thane of Cawdor lives. Why do you dress me in borrowed robes?
- The king hath happily received the news of thy success Macbeth,. ...He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor
- Who was the thane lives yet, But under heavy judgment bears that life Which he deserves to lose.
- What, can the devil speak true?
- Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentlemen.
- This supernatural soliciting cannot be ill, cannot be good. If good, why do I yield to that suggestion whose horrid image doth unfix my hair
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