Think about what they're thinking
Act 5 Scene 5 beginning of scene I say a moving grove [My recollection is that when it was announced by Mr. Johnson that we would each read & discuss a scene, my arm hit the air as fast as could be. I'd recently watched an acting program with Ian McKellen in which that very scene was performed and I LOVED (and still love) it.]
Act 5 Scene 5
Macbeth: Hang out our banners on the outward walls
The cry is still "they come!" our castle's strength
will laugh a siege to score; here let them lie {sleep theme}
Till famine and the ague eat them up.
Were they not forced with those that should be ours {reinforced with those who have deserted}
We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,
And beat them backward home. {a cry of women within
What is that noise?
Seyton: It is the cry of women, my good lord.
Macbeth: I have almost forgot the taste of fears.
The time has been, my senses would have cooled
To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair {the hair on my scalp}
Would at dismal treatise {gloomy story} rouse and stir
As life were in 't. I have supped full with horrors;
Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts,
Cannot once start me. {re-enter Seyton
Wherefore was that cry?
Seyton: The queen, my lord, is dead.
Macbeth: She should have died hereafter; {book says: she was bound to die sometime} {time theme}
There would have been a time {theme} for such a word
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow {time theme}
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day {theme}
To the last syllable of recorded time {theme}
And all our yesterdays {theme} have lighted {theme} fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! {theme}
Life's but a walking shadow, {light dark theme} a poor player
That struts and frets his hour {theme} upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing. {enter messenger
Though comest to use thy tongue; thy story quickly.
Messenger: Gracious my lord,
I should report that which I say I saw,
But I know not how to do it.
Macbeth: Well, say, sir.
Messenger: As I did stand my watch upon the hill,
I looked toward Birnam, and anon, methought,
The wood began to move.
Macbeth: Liar and slave!
Messenger: Let me endure your wrath, if 't be not so.
Within this three mile may you see it coming;
I say, a moving grove.
Act IV Scene 1 3rd app. "Macbeth shall never vanquished be until, Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane Hill, shall come against him."
Themes
(Blood), Time, sleep, light/dark, (Night), fire
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