Updated: 2/18/2020

Storyboard Text

  • Act 3 Scene 4
  • Gentlemen, rise: his highness is not well
  • The table's full.
  • Come to dinner'th
  • What my good lord?
  • Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that which might appal the devil
  • What is't that moves your highness?
  • Which one of you hath done this?
  • Thou canst not say I did it: never shake thy gory locks at me!
  • Sit, worthy friends: my lord is often thus, and hath been from his youth: pray you, keep seat; the fit is momentary; upon a thoughthe will again be well: if much you note him, you shall offend him and extend his passion: feed and regard him not.
  • O proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear: this is the air-drawn dagger which, you said, led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts, imposters to true fear, would well become a woman's story at a winter fire, authorized by her grandam. Shame itself! Why do you make such faces? When all's done, you look but on a stool.