Macbeth
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- MACBETH "Who takes it in the foxhole?"
- Let's find out, class!
- Created by: Shelby Dodson Writen by: William Shakespeare Big thanks to: Mr. Jefferey Fox
- DUNCAN. Great happiness! Go pronounce his present death, And with his former title greet Macbeth. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.
- 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 that shalt be King hereafter!
- ROSS. The King hath happily received news of thy Success he bade me, from him’, Call thee Thane of Cawdor. MACBETH. Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor! The greatest is behind.
- MESSENGER. Our Thane is coming. One of my fellows had the speed of him, LADY MACBETH. Give him tending; He brings great news.
- LADY MACBETH. The raven croaks the fatal entrance Of Duncan under my battlements. My keen knife see not the wound it makes Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark.
- MACBETH. My dearest love, Duncan comes here tonight. LADY MACBETH. O, never shall sun that morrow see! He that's coming just be provided for; and you shall Put this night's great business into my dispatch.
- DUNCAN. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. LADY MACBETH. At your Highness’s pleasure.
- MACBETH. I have done the deed. This is a sorry sight. LADY MACBETH. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight. I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
- DAFUQ?
- MACDUFF. Your royal father's murder'd. MALCOLM. What will you do? I'll to England. DONALBAIN. To Ireland, I: where we are There's daggers in men's smiles
- BANQUO. Thou hast it now: King, Cawdor, Glamis, all, As the weird women promised MACBETH. Tonight we hold a solemn supper, sir, And I'll request your presence.
- BANQUO. Treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly! THIRD MURTHERER. the son is fled. SECOND MURTHERER. We have lost Best half of our affair.
- MACBETH. The table's full. LENNOX. Here is a place reserved, sir. MACBETH. Which of you have done this? ROSS. His Highness is not well. LADY MACBETH. Sit, worthy friends; regard him not
- FIRST APPARITION. Macbeth! Beware Macduff, Beware the Thane of Fife. SECOND APPARITION. None of woman born Shall harm Macbeth. THIRD AOOARITION. Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be until Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill Shall come against him.
- FIRST MURTHERER. Where is your husband? LADY MACDUFF. I hope, in no place so unsanctified Where such as thou mayst find him.
- MACDUFF. Not in the legions Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd In evils to top Macbeth. MALCOLM. If such a one be fit to govern, speak. I am as I have spoken.
- MACDUFF. Fit to govern? No, not to live. MALCOLM. Macduff, reconciled my thoughts To thy good truth and honor.
- SEYTON. The Queen, my lord, is dead. MACBETH. She should have died hereafter; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
- MESSENGER. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The Wood began to move. MACBETH. Liar and slave! MESSENGER. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not so.
- MACBETH. I bear a charmed life, which must not yield To one of woman born. MACDUFF. Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's Womb untimely ripp'd.
- MACBETH. I'll not fight with thee. MACDUFF. Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o' the time.
- MACBETH. I will not yield, Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane, And thou opposed, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last.
- MACDUFF. Hail, King, for so thou art. Behold where stands Th’usurper's cursed head. The time is free. ALL. Hail, King of Scotland!
- THE END
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