Macbeth characterisation storyboard- Jeff Yin

Macbeth characterisation storyboard- Jeff Yin

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  • Fair is foul and foul is fair. Hover through the fog and filthy air
  • For brave Macbeth- well he deserves that name- Disdaining Fortune, with his brandish'd steel, which smoked with bloody execution, like Valour's minion carv'd out his passage
  • No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive our bosom interest. Go pronounce his present death and with his former title greet Macbeth
  • 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
  • Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor! The greatest is behind. Two truths are told, as happy prologues to the swelling act of the imperial theme--
  • The king hath happily received, Macbeth, the news of thy success. He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor!
  • This supernatural soliciting cannot be ill, cannot be good. If ill, why hath it given me earnest of success, commencing in a truth? I am Thane of Cawdor. If good, why do I yield to that suggestion whose horrid image doth unfix my hair and make my seated heart knock at my ribs, against the use of nature? Present fears are less than horrible imaginings. My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, shakes so my single state of man that function is smothered in surmise and nothing is, but what is not.
  • Sons, kinsmen, thanes, and you whose places are the nearest, know we will establish our estate upon our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter The Prince of Cumberland, which honour must not unaccompanied invest him only, but signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine on all deservers.
  • The Prince of Cumberland! That is a step on which I must fall down, or else overleap, for in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires! Let not light see my black and deep desires. The eye wink at the hand, yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
  • Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be what thou art promised. Yet do I fear thy nature. It is too full of milk of human kindness to catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great, art nor without ambition, but without the illness attend it. What thou wouldst highly, that wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, and yet wouldst wrongly win
  • The raven himself is hoarse that croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan under my battlements. Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here and fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full of of direst cruelty! Make thick my blood, stop up the access and passage to remorse, that no compunctious visitings of nature shake my fell purpose nor keep peace between the effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, and take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, wherever in your sightless substances you wait on nature's mischief!
  • And when goes hence?
  • Duncan comes here tonight.
  • O, never shall sun that morrow see!
  • Tomorrow, as he purposes.
  • All our service in every point twice done, and then done double, were poor and single business to contend against those honours deep and broad wherewith your Majesty loads our house.
  • See, see, our honoured hostess!
  • He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, strong both against the deed. Then, as his host, who should against his murderer shut the door, not bear the knife myself
  • Besides, this Duncan hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been so clear in his great office, that his virtues will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against the deep damnation of his taking-off, and pity, like a naked new born babe striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin horsed upon the sightless couriers of the air, shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, that tears shall drown the wind
  • I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent, but only vaulting ambition, which overleaps itself and falls on the other
  • We will proceed no further in this business
  • Art thou afeard to be the same in thine own act and valour as thou art in desire? 
  • I dare do all that may become a man. Who dares do more is none
  • I have given suck and know how tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me. I would, while it was smiling in my face, have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums and dashed the brains out had I so sworn. As you have done to this
  • Is this a dagger, which I see before me?
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