Macbeth

Question 1

Act 1 Sc 1

Answer 1

“When shall we 3 meet again
In thunder, lightning or in rain?”

Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.

For brave Macbeth–well he deserves that name–
Disdaining fortune, with his brandish’d steel,
Which smoked with bloody execution,
Like valour’s minion carved out his passage

Question 2

Act 1 Sc 2

Answer 2

Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death,
And with his former title greet Macbeth.

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Question 3

Act 1 Sc 3

Answer 3

First Witch
All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Glamis!
Second Witch
All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!
Third Witch
All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!

First Witch
Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
Second Witch
Not so happy, yet much happier.
Third Witch
Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:
So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
First Witch
Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!

The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me
In borrow’d robes?

The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray’s
In deepest consequence.

This supernatural soliciting
Cannot be ill, cannot be good:

If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,
Without my stir

Question 4

Act 1 Sc 4

Answer 4

Welcome hither:
I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
To make thee full of growing.

… signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
On all deservers.

The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step
On which I must fall down, or else o’erleap,
For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires
Let not light see my black and deep desires

Question 5

Act 1 Sc 5

Answer 5

It is too full o’ the milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great;
Art not without ambition, but without

…the golden round,
Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
To have thee crown’d withal.

The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. 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! m

… look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under’t.

Question 6

Act 1 Sc 6

Answer 6

Act 1, Sc.6 - Duncan repeatedly refers to the “love” he has for Macbeth and Lady Macbeth professes their loyalty.

Question 7

Act 1 Sc 7

Answer 7

…we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor:

I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself
And falls on the other.

I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.

I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have pluck’d my nipple from his boneless gums,
And dash’d the brains out, had I so sworn as you
Have done to this.

Question 8

Act 2 Sc 1

Answer 8

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?

Question 9

Act 2 Sc 2

Answer 9

LADY MACBETH
These deeds must not be thought
After these ways; so, it will make us mad. (Act 2, Sc.2, p27)
MACBETH
Methought I heard a voice cry ‘Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep’, / (Act 2, Sc.2, p27)

Still it cried ‘Sleep no more!’ to all the house:
‘Glamis hath murder’d sleep, and therefore Cawdor
Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.

MACBETH
Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making the green one red. (Act 2, Sc.2, p29)
LADY MACBETH
A little water clears us of this deed (Act 2, Sc.2, p29)

Question 10

Act 2 Sc 3

Answer 10

MACDUFF
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
The Lord’s anointed temple, and stole thence
The life o’ the building! (Act 2, Sc.3, p33)

Question 11

Act 2 Sc 4

Answer 11

‘Tis said they eat each other.

Question 12

Act 3 Sc 1

Answer 12

Know Banquo was your enemy.
Both Murderers
True, my lord.

Question 13

Act 3 Sc 2

Answer 13

Act 3 Sc 1
Know Banquo was your enemy.
Both Murderers
True, my lord.
Act 3 Sc 2
O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! (Act 3, Sc. 2, p47)

The first murdered strikes out the light (p49)

Question 14

Act 3 Sc 4

Answer 14

Act 3 Sc 2
O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! (Act 3, Sc. 2, p47)

The first murdered strikes out the light (p49)
Act 3 Sc 4
Thy gory locks at me.

It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood:

I am in blood
Stepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o’er:

Question 15

Act 4 Sc 1

Answer 15

By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes. (Act 4, Sc.1, p63)

First Apparition
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff;
Beware the thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough. (Act 4, Sc.1, p65)
Second Apparition
Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn
The power of man, for none of woman born
Shall harm Macbeth. (Act 4, Sc.1, p65)
Third Apparition
Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are:
Macbeth shall never vanquish’d be until
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
Shall come against him. (Act 4, Sc.1, p65)

MACBETH
Infected be the air whereon they ride;
And damn’d all those that trust them!

Question 16

Act 4 Sc 2

Answer 16

LADY MACDUFF
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:

Question 17

Act 4 Sc 3

Answer 17

MACDUFF
…each new morn
New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows
Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds
As if it felt with Scotland and yell’d out
Like syllable of dolour.

MALCOLM
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell;
(Act 4, Sc.3, p73)

MALCOLM
I think our country sinks beneath the yoke;
It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash
Is added to her wounds: (Act 4, Sc.3, p73)

MALCOLM “Devilish Macbeth” (Act 4, Sc.3, p76)
MACDUFF
“Thy royal father
Was a most sainted king”(Act 4, Sc.3, p76)
P77 - Contrast with the King of England “full of grace” / “healing benediction”

Where sighs and groans and shrieks rend the air
Are made, not mark’d;

MALCOLM
Dispute it like a man.
MACDUFF
I shall do so;
But I must also feel it as a man (Act 4, Sc.3, p80)

Question 18

Act 5 Sc 1

Answer 18

Gentlewoman
…she has light by her
continually; ‘tis her command. (Act 5, Sc.1, p84)

LADY MACBETH
‘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?

LADY MACBETH
What, will these hands ne’er be clean? (Act 5, Sc.1, p84)
LADY MACBETH
Here’s the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little Hand. (Act 5, Sc.1, p84)

Doctor
Foul whisperings are abroad: unnatural deeds
Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds
To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets:
More needs she the divine than the physician. (Act 5, Sc.1, p84)

Question 19

Act 5 Sc 3

Answer 19

MACBETH
I’ll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack’d.
Give me my armour. (Act 5, Sc.3, p89)

Question 20

Act 5 Sc 5

Answer 20

MACBETH
She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
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,
Signifying nothing. (Act 5, Sc.5, p92)

MACBETH
I pull in resolution, and begin
To doubt the equivocation of the fiend
That lies like truth (Act 5, Sc.5, p93)

Question 21

Act 5 Sc 8

Answer 21

MACBETH
I bear a charmed life, which must not yield,
To one of woman born. (Act 5, Sc.8, p97)

Macduff was from his mother’s womb
Untimely ripp’d. (Act 5, Sc.8, p97)

MACBETH
And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
That palter with us in a double sense;
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope. (Act 5, Sc.8, p97)

MALCOLM
… this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen,
Who, as ‘tis thought, by self and violent hands
Took off her life; this, and what needful else
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
We will perform in measure, time and place: (Act 5, Sc.8, p100)