Read the excerpt from act 4, scene 2 of The Tragedy of Macbeth. Lady Macduff is lamenting that her husband has fled from Scotland to England.Lady Macduff. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes,His mansion and his titles in a placeFrom whence himself does fly? He loves us not;He wants the natural touch: for the poor wren,The most diminutive of birds, will fight,Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.All is the fear and nothing is the love;As little is the wisdom, where the flightSo runs against all reason.
Read the excerpt from act 3, scene 6 of The Tragedy of Macbeth. Lord. He did: and with an absolute "Sir, not I,”The cloudy messenger turns me his back,And hums, as who should say "You’ll rue the timeThat clogs me with this answer.”Lennox. And that well mightAdvise him to a caution, to hold what distanceHis wisdom can provide. Some holy angelFly to the court of England and unfoldHis message ere he come, that a swift blessingMay soon return to this our suffering countryUnder a hand accursed!
Read the excerpt from act 4, scene 2 of The Tragedy of Macbeth. Lady Macduff and her son are discussing what they will do now that Macduff has fled the kingdom.Lady Macduff. Now, God help thee, poor monkey!But how wilt thou do for a father?Son. If he were dead, you’ld weep forhim: if you would not, it were a good signthat I should quickly have a new father.Lady Macduff. Poor prattler, how thou talk’st!
Read the excerpt from act 3, scene 6 of The Tragedy of Macbeth. Lennox and a lord are discussing the murders that have taken place over the last several days.Lennox. My former speeches have but hit your thoughts,Which can interpret further: only, I say,Things have been strangely borne. The gracious DuncanWas pitied of Macbeth: marry, he was dead:And the right-valiant Banquo walk’d too late
Read the excerpt from act 4 scene 1 of The Tragedy of Macbeth. The witches are gathered around their cauldron, creating a potion.First Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d.Second Witch. Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.Third Witch. Harpier cries ’Tis time, ’tis time.First Witch. Round about the cauldron go;In the poison’d entrails throw.Toad, that under cold stoneDays and nights has thirty-oneSwelter’d venom sleeping got,Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot.
Read the excerpt from act 4, scene 2 of The Tragedy of Macbeth. Lady Macduff and Ross are arguing about why Macduff has left the kingdom and gone to England, thus leaving Lady Macduff and their children alone.Lady Macduff. What had he done, to make him fly the land?Ross. You must have patience, madam.Lady Macduff. He had none:His flight was madness: when our actions do not,Our fears do make us traitors.
Read the excerpt from act 4, scene 1 of The Tragedy of Macbeth. The witches are gathered around their cauldron, creating a potion.All. Double, double toil and trouble;Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Read the excerpt from act 3, scene 6 of The Tragedy of Macbeth. Lennox and another lord are discussing the state of their kingdom. The lord says that a messenger approached Macduff and stated that Macbeth wanted him to immediately return to Scotland, but Macduff refused.[Lord.] thither MacduffIs gone to pray the holy king, upon his aidTo wake Northumberland and warlike Siward:That, by the help of these—with Him aboveTo ratify the work—we may againGive to our tables meat, sleep to our nights,Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives,. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Lennox. Sent he to Macduff?Lord. He did: and with an absolute "Sir, not I,”The cloudy messenger turns me his back,And hums, as who should say "You’ll rue the timeThat clogs me with this answer.”
Read the excerpt from act 4, scene 1 of The Tragedy of Macbeth. The witches have gathered around their cauldron, and they are beginning to create a potion.First Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d.Second Witch. Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.Third Witch. Harpier cries ’Tis time, ’tis time.
Read the excerpt from act 4, scene 2 of The Tragedy of Macbeth. Lady Macduff is discussing her husband, who has fled the kingdom and left her and their children alone and unprotected.Lady Macduff. Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes,His mansion and his titles in a placeFrom whence himself does fly? He loves us not; He wants the natural touch: for the poor wren,The most diminutive of birds, will fight,Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.All is the fear and nothing is the love;As little is the wisdom, where the flightSo runs against all reason.
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