Updated: 6/14/2020

Storyboard Text

  • "Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air"
  • “Is this a dagger which I see before me, / The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. / I have thee not, and yet I see thee still... inform as palpable / As this which now i draw. / Thou marshall’st me the way that I was going"
  • “We hear our bloody cousins are bestowed / In England and Ireland, not confessing / Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers / With strange invention”
  • “Be bloody, bold, and resolute: laugh to scorn / The power of man; for none of woman born / Shall harm Macbeth"
  • I will not yield, / To kiss the ground before young Malcoml’s feet”
  • Despair thy charm, / And let the angel whom thou still hast served / Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother’s womb / Untimely ripped
  • Hope you enjoyed!
  • The end.