Act Four Flashcards
Eye of newt
tongue of dog
root of hemlock
Double, double, toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
By the pricking of my thumbs,
something wicked this way comes.
Speak.
Demand.
We’ll answer.
none of woman born
Shall harm Macbeth.
Birnam wood … to … Dunsinane
That will never be:
I will be satisfied. Deny me this,
And an eternal curse fall on you. Let me know.
Whither should I fly?
Do I put up that womanly defence,
To say that I have done no harm?
To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb
T’appease an angry god.
Bleed, bleed, poor country.
It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gash
Is added to her wounds.
When I shall
tread upon that tyrant’s head
All my pretty ones?
What, all my pretty chickens and their dam
At one fell swoop?
Dispute it like a man.
But I must also feel it as a man.
I cannot but remember such things were
That most precious to me.
This tune goes manly,
