Macbeth: Brianna Myers

Macbeth: Brianna Myers

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  • When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
  • What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state.
  • So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
  • Welcome hither. I have begun to plant thee, and will labor To make thee full of growing
  • “They met me in the day of success, and I have learned by the perfectest report they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished.
  • This castle is in a pleasant place. The air is sweet and appeals to my refined senses.
  • The fact that this summer bird, the house martin, builds his nests
  • What beast was ’t, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man;
  • What, sir, not yet at rest? The king’s a-bed.
  • One of the servants laughed in his sleep, and one cried, “Murder!” and they woke each other up.
  • This is a lot of knocking! Come to think of it, if a man were in charge of opening the gates of hell to let people in, he would have to turn the key a lot.
  • And Duncan’s horses—a thing most strange and certain— Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Turned wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,
  • Well then, now Have you considered of my speeches? Know That it was he, in the times past, which held you So under fortune, which you thought had been Our innocent self. This I made good to you In our last conference, passed in probation with you,
  • So shall I, love, And so, I pray, be you. Let your remembrance Apply to Banquo; present him eminence, Both with eye and tongue: unsafe the while that we Must lave our honors in these flattering
  • O treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly! Thou may ’st revenge —O slave!
  • Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appall the devil.
  • Have I not reason, beldams as you are? Saucy and overbold, how did you dare To trade and traffic with Macbeth In riddles and affairs of death, And I, the mistress of your charms, The close contriver of all harms,
  • The son of Duncan— From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth— Lives in the English court and is received Of the most pious Edward with such grace That the malevolence of fortune nothing Takes from his high respect. Thither Macduff Is gone to pray the holy king upon his aid To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward,
  • Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
  • I hope he’s not anywhere so disreputable that thugs like you can find him.
  • Where is your husband?
  • 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 downfall'n birthdom.
  • I have two nights watched with you but can perceive no truth in your report. When was it she last walked?
  • Near Birnam Wood Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming.
  • Bring me no more reports. Let them fly all. Till Birnam Wood remove to Dunsinane I cannot taint with fear. What’s the boy Malcolm? Was he not born of woman?
  • Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand That chambers will be safe.
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