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Fair is foul, and foul is fair;
Hover through the fog and filthy air. Witches
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Fair is foul, and foul is fair;
Hover through the fog and filthy air. Witches
What is good is bad and what is bad is good
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray's
in deepest consequence
Bonquo warns Macbeth about the witches sometimes they say true things in order to get people into harming them self and make bad things happen
Stars, hide your fires!
Let not light see my black and deep desires.
Mecbeth is saying to the starts to hide their light in order for no one to see his deep and black Desires
Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts! unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe, top-full
Of direst cruelty; make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it! Come to my woman's
breasts, And take my milk for gall.
Since king Duncan is coming to the castle tonight the plan was ready to start so lady Macbeth is asking the spirits to unsex her and give her masculine power in order to kill Duncan
a) I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
And falls on the other.
Mecbeth has no motivation since he's thinking that there is no reason to kill Duncan
Macbeth: If we should fail.
Lady Macbeth: We fail?
But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And we'll not fail.
Macbeth is talking to lady Macbeth about what if he fails lady Macbeth saying that if you have the courage he won't fail the task
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee;
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Macbeth has made up his mind about killing Duncan but he's feeling guilty about what he's about to do
Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep, - the innocent sleep;
Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.
Since Macbeth killed Duncan while he's sleeping he's saying that there won't be a peaceful sleep no more
Nought's had, all's spent
Where our desire is got without content.
Lady Macbeth is saying that they did what they wanted to do but they are still not happy
I am in blood
Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
Macbeth is saying that he killed so many people that it will be hard to go back and be a good person again
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,When Macbeth heard the news of the death of his wife he's saying that life is so meaningless at the end"Out, damned spot! Out, I say!- One, two. Why, then, 'tis time to do 't. Hell is murky!-Fie, my lord, fie! A soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?-_Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him.Lady Machbeth is sleep walking while having nightmares about the king Duncan. She's feeling guilt of what she has done that she's hallucinating blood on her hands that's not going awayBy the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.While the witches are making soup they felt a sting on her thumbs that someone evil is visiting themBe bloody, bold, and resolute. Laugh to scorn The power of man, for none of woman born Shall harm Macbeth.no man can harm Macbeth, because every man is born of woman.Whither should I fly? I have done no harm. But I remember NOW I am in this earthly world, where to do harm Is often laudable, to do good sometime Accounted dangerous folly. Why then, alas, Do I put up that womanly defense To say I have done no harm?He's saying why he should run away when he hasn't done anything wrong he's saying that doing evil is often praises and doing good is sometimes dangerous.He has killed me, mother. Run away, I pray you.Macduff son is saying that they killed him and telling his mother to run away