Macbeth Project

Updated: 6/14/2020
Macbeth Project

Storyboard Text

  • This castle hath a pleasant seat. The air nimbly and sweetly recommends itself unto our senses
  • There’s nothing serious in mortality. All is but toys. Renown and grace is dead.The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of
  • I had else been perfect, Whole as the marble, founded as the rock, As broad and general as the casing air
  • Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men Bestride our down-fall'n birthdom. Each new morn New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows Strike heaven on the face
  • Here’s the smell of the blood still. All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, Oh, Oh
  • Macbeth Storyboard By: Jugraj Singh