macbeth act 4

Updated: 5/19/2020
macbeth act 4

Storyboard Text

  • Double, double, toil and troubleFire burn and cauldron bubble
  • Be bloody, bold and resolute; laugh to scornThe pow’r of man, for none of woman bornShall harm Macbeth
  • On to Macduff's castle!
  • From this momentThe very firstlings of my heart shall beThe firstlings of my hand
  • My husband left us and by fleeing looks like a traitor!
  • He has killed me, mother.Run away, I pray you!
  • Macduff, this noble passion,Child of integrity, hath from my soulWiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughtsTo thy good truth and honor.
  • Be this the whetstone of your sword. Let griefConvert to anger. Blunt not the heart, enrage it.
  • He has no children. All my pretty ones?Did you say all? O hell-kite! All?What, all my pretty chickens and their damAt one fell swoop?