Chapter 3 Flashcards
Banquo worrying Macbeth isn’t playing fair
Thou hast it now: King, Cawdor, Glamis, all, as the weird women promised; and I fear thou played’st most foully for’t.
To kill a father
parricide
There is no point being king if you’re not safe in your position.
To be thus is nothing, but to be safely thus. Our fears in Banquo stick deep
They gave him a worthless position
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown
As long as Banquo lives I am sick
Who wear our health but sickly in his life, which in his death were perfect
Hiding the murder from the public eye
Masking the business from the common eye for sundry weighty reasons
Fleance’s death is just as important
Fleance, his son, that keeps him company, whose absence is no less material to me than is his father’s, must embrace the fate
Banquo must die
Banquo, thy soul’s flight, if it find heaven, must find it out tonight.
They sacrificed everything but got nothing in return
Nought’s had, all’s spent, where our desire is got without content
They should ignore their past actions
what’s done is done
