Act 3 Flashcards
Banquo
Speaking to himself about how Macbeth became King. He suspects he did it by violent means
Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all, as the Weird Women promised, and I fear thou play’dst foully for’t
Macbeth
Accusing Malcolm and Donalbain of killing their own father
Their cruel parricide
Macbeth
Not enough to be just King, he needs to hold the position. However he fears Banquo suspects him
To be thus is nothing, but to be safely thus. Our fears in Banquo stick deep
Macbeth
He doesn’t simply want him to be King,but to have a line of heirs. He’s jealous of Banquo’s prophecy
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown
Macbeth
As long as Banquo is alive then Macbeth will be sick,but when he is dead he’ll be healthy again
Who wear our health but sickly in his life, which in his death were perfect
Macbeth
He’s withholding the murderfrom the public in order to keep up his public image of a trustworthy King
Masking the business from the common eye, for sundry weighty reasons
Macbeth
Orders murderers to also kill Fleance as his death is just as important as Banquo’s
Fleance, his son,that keeps him company, whose absence is no less material to me than is his father’s, must embrace the fate of that dark hour
Lady Macbeth
Voicing her worries that they have got what they want yet Macbeth is still not satisfied
Nought’s had, all’s spent, where our desire is got without content
Macbeth
Convinced the job is still not done, there is still more to do
We have scorched the snake, not killed it
Lady Macbeth
They cannot change what has happened
What’s done, is done
Lady Macbeth
Still trying best for Macbeth and telling him what to do. Idea of appearance in front of guests against reality
Sleek o’er your rugged looks, be bright and jovial among your guests tonight
Macbeth
His mind is racing, can’t stop fixating
O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
Macbeth
Withholding information from lady Macbeth, no longer an honest and open relationship. Withholding his plans with a sense of pride, hoping Lady Macbeth with é happy with his actions
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, till thou applaud the deed
Macbeth
Relying on darkness to hide his gruesome actions
Come, seeling night, scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day
Macbeth
Once you begin doing bad deeds you cannot stop doing them
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill