Macbeth

by William Shakespeare

Forres?

Thane

All hail, Macbeth. You will be King of Scotland!

Banquo: (To Macbeth) Why do you seem to fear a future full of promise?

If you have knowledge of the seeds of time - which seeds will grow and which will not, then tell me now.

1st Witch: You are lesser than Macbeth, but greater. 2nd Witch: Not so happy, but much happier.

These things of darkness may have come to trick us, tell us some truths, but lead us into evil.

why am I thinking of a plan -

Macbeth: (Continuing to himself) If fate will make me King, then fate will crown me. I do not need to act.

Malcolm,

You stars above, no longer shine! Black skies must hide these black thoughts of mine. I must do that foul deed that I dare not see. Yes, I will do it. What will be, will be.

To get the crown, you must commit a murder, and you know it.

Come, darkest night and grow darker yet, so my sharp knife sees not the wound it makes. Cover the eyes of Heaven as I do the dreadful deed!

No man avoids the judgment that's to come and I'll be judged in this world too.

Ambition is my only spur and that may be my downfall.

False, smiling faces must be what we show. To hide the wicked plan our hearts both know.

Banquo: The stars are covered. There are no lights in Heaven. The night is dark, black, like my thoughts. My heart is heavy and I cannot sleep. Who's there?

Malcolm: It is too soon for us to take revenge.

Fears and terrors fill my mind, but I stand here Under God's protection. When I know the truth, I'll fight against this treason. Macduff: And so will I.

That's an unnatural deed. Ambition makes no sense when evil sons kill their own father. Then, I suppose, Macbeth will wear the crown.

Banquo's my problem now. He's an honest man and so I fear him. He's afraid of nothing. He always thinks before he acts. He's dangerous.

Banquo is the evil man you ought to hate. He is the enemy who has destroyed your lives.

want Banquo dead and so do you. Kill him today.

Duncan is in his grave, where he sleeps well. No treason, fear or harm can touch him there.

Our faces are the masks that hide black hearts - black with our evil thoughts.

Come, black night, and with your darkness blind the bright eye of day.

1st Murderer: Banquo is killed, but his son's escaped. 2nd Murderer: Then our job is not complete. 1st Murderer: We'll leave the body here and tell Macbeth what's done, what's left undone.

(The Ghost of Banquo enters and sits on the empty chair)

(Macbeth has seen the Ghost of Banquo)

The fearful sights I see, show I'm a child in deeds of treachery. I'll learn by practising more wicked deeds as I grow stronger still in evil.

Those living sons must not come near Macbeth. I fear he'd do them harm. The good Macduff has kept away from Macbeth too. That's angered him.

Double, double, double trouble, fire bum and cauldron bubble.

All Witches: We will double all your trouble, fire bum and cauldron bubble.

But I'll make sure this promise does come true and free myself from fate. You will not live, Macduff. I'll laugh at fear and be afraid of nothing.

Macbeth: That will never be. Who can make forests move or tell a tree to pull up its deep roots?

His wife, his children, family and friends - they all must die. But no more dreadful sights!

Then the liars and swearers are fools, for there are enough of them to attack and hang the honest men.

A wicked man may have an honest face, but honest faces look the same.

No devil is more wicked than Macbeth.

Unnatural deeds lead to unnatural troubles. People who are sick in mind, often reveal their secrets. She

have lived long enough. I am like a dry and yellow leaf, ready to fall.

Malcolm: Let every soldier cut himself a branch to carry, as he marches. Then they can hide themselves as they move forward. No one will see how big our army is, or where it is. And all reports about us will be false.

besiege

The Queen, my lord, has killed herself.

There would have been a time to talk of death. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, day follows day with slow and tired steps until time ends. And all our days have shown fools the way to death, when all things end in dust. Blow out the candle life's shadow disappears.

A man's life is like a story, told badly by a fool, whose shouts and strong words make it seem important. But it means nothing.

I am already tired of life. The world itself could end, for all I care.

(They fight for some time and at last, Macbeth is killed)