Well meet when the noise of the battle is over, when one side has won and the other side has lost.
Lets do it in the open field.
That will happen before sunset.
By: Marisabel Barron
We'll meet Macbeth there.
Speak, if you can. What kind of creatures are you?
You are lesser than Macbeth but also greater.
All hail, Macbeth! Hail to you, thane of Glamis!
All hail, Macbeth! Hail to you, thane of Cawdor!
All hail, Macbeth, the future king!
You are not as happy as Macbeth, yet much happier.
If you weren’t a man, then what kind of animal were you when you first told me you wanted to do this? When you dared to do it, that’s when you were a man. And if you go one step further by doing what you dared to do before, you’ll be that much more the man.
We can’t go on with this plan. The king has just honored me, and I have earned the good opinion of all sorts of people. I want to enjoy these honors while the feeling is fresh and not throw them away so soon.
You don’t say anything to me. If you can see the future and say how things will turn out, tell me. I don’t want your favors and I’m not afraid of your hatred.
Please, stop! I dare to do only what is proper for a man to do. He who dares to do more is not a man at all.
Thank you, sir. You do the same
Act 1 Scene 1
Everything’s OK. I had a dream last night about the three witches. At least part of what they said about you was true.
Whenever you like.
Rest easy in the meantime
I don’t think about them now. But when we have an hour to spare we can talk more about it, if you’re willing.
Act 1 Scene 3
I can’t go back. I’m afraid even to think about what I’ve done. I can’t stand to look at it again.
The voice kept crying, “Sleep no more!” to everyone in the house. “Macbeth has murdered sleep, and therefore Macbeth will sleep no more.”
Coward! Give me the daggers. Dead and sleeping people can’t hurt you any more than pictures can. Only children are afraid of scary pictures. If Duncan bleeds I’ll paint the servants' faces with his blood. We must make it seem like they’re guilty.
Your descendants will be kings, even though you will not be one. So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
Act 1 Scene 7
The violent rage inspired by my love for Duncan caused me to act before I could think rationally and tell myself to pause. There was Duncan, his white skin all splattered with his precious blood. The gashes where the knives had cut him looked like wounds to nature itself. Then right next to him I saw the murderers, dripping with blood, their daggers rudely covered in gore. Who could have restrained himself, who loved Duncan and had the courage to act on it?
And yet I still regret the anger that drove me to kill them.
What did you do that for?
Were you drunk when you seemed so hopeful before? Have you gone to sleep and woken up green and pale in fear of this idea? From now on this is what I’ll think of your love. Are you afraid to act the way you desire? Will you take the crown you want so badly, or will you live as a coward, always saying “I can’t” after you say “I want to”? You’re like the poor cat in the old story.
Act 2 Scene 1
I’ll do whatever you say, as long as I can do it with a clear conscience.
If you stick with me, when the time comes, there will be something in it for you.
Act 2 Scene 2
Who said that? Why, my worthy lord, you let yourself become weak when you think about things in this cowardly way. Go get some water and wash this bloody evidence from your hands. Why did you carry these daggers out of the room? They have to stay there. Go take them back and smear the sleeping guards with the blood