Macbeth Act V Flashcards

1
Q

A great perturbation in nature — to receive at once
the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching.

In this slumbery agitation, besides her walking and
other actual performances, what, at any time,
have you heard her say?

A

doctor

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2
Q

Why, it stood by her. She has light by her
continually; ‘tis her command.

A

gentlewoman

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3
Q

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?

A

Lady Macbeth

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4
Q

She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of
that. Heaven knows what she has known.

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Gentlewoman

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5
Q

Here’s the smell of the blood still. All the
perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little

hand. Oh, oh, oh.

A

lady

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6
Q

I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the
dignity of the whole body.

A

Gentlewoman

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7
Q

This disease is beyond my practice; yet I have known
those which have walked in their sleep, who have died
holily in their beds.

A

doctor; hes seen dudes walking in sleep but died of old age, forgiven of sins from unnatural actions causing unnatural occurrences + guilt into pillows

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8
Q

To bed, to bed; there’s knocking at the gate.
Come, come, come, come, give me your hand. What’s
done cannot be undone. — To bed, to bed, to bed.

A

lady macbeth ptsd

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9
Q

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.
God, God forgive us all. Look after her;
Remove from her the means of all annoyance,
And still keep eyes upon her. So, good night.
My mind she has mated and amazed my sight.

I think but dare not speak.

A

doctor

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10
Q

The English power is near, led on by Malcolm,
His uncle Siward, and the good Macduff.
Revenges burn in them, for their dear causes
Would, to the bleeding and the grim alarm,
Excite the mortified man.

A

menteith, their reasons for revenge are so righteous they would bring dead men back to fight

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11
Q

Near Birnam wood
Shall we well meet them; that way are they coming.

A

angus

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12
Q

For certain, sir, he is not. I have a file
Of all the gentry. There is Siward’s son,
And many unrough youths that even now
Protest their first of manhood.

A

lennox, unrough/smooth faced, protest first of manhood/display first signs of manhood

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13
Q

Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies.

Some say he’s mad; others that lesser hate him
Do call it valiant fury. But for certain,
He cannot buckle his distempered cause
Within the belt of rule.

A

Caithness, distempered/unorganized/diseased, unable to rouse people to fight for him

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14
Q

Now does he feel
His secret murders sticking on his hands;
Now, minutely, revolts upbraid his faith-breach;

Those he commands move only in command,
Nothing in love. Now does he feel his title
Hang loose about him, like a giant’s robe

Upon a dwarfish thief.

A

angus, fauth-breach/treason, guy getting denounced every minute,

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15
Q

Who then shall blame
His pestered senses to recoil and start,
When all that is within him does condemn
Itself for being there?

A

menteith, plagued senses, who can blame jittery on outside for he must surely feel guilt on the inside

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16
Q

Well, march we on
To give obedience where ‘tis truly owed.
Meet we the medicine of the sickly weal,

And with him, pour we in our country’s purge,
Each drop of us.

A

caithness, we are the medicine and used to make medicine, Scotland can only be cured through blood of our own

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17
Q

Or so much as it needs
To dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds.
Make we our march towards Birnam.
[Exit, marching]

A

lennox

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18
Q

I have lived long enough. My way of life
Is fall’n into the sear, the yellow leaf;

And that which should accompany old age,
As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have — but, in their stead:
Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
… Seyton!

A

macbeth, seyton = military assistant and also armorer

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19
Q

Were I, from Dunsinane away and clear;
Profit again should hardly draw me here.

A

Doctor

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20
Q

Let every soldier hew him down a bough

And bear’t before him. Thereby shall we shadow
The numbers of our host and make discovery
Err in report of us.

A

Malcolm

21
Q

Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand
That chambers will be safe.

A

malcolm

22
Q

We learn no other but the confident tyrant
Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure
Our setting down before ‘t.

A

Siward

23
Q

‘Tis his main hope,
For where there is advantage to be given,

Both more and less have given him the revolt,
And none serve with him but constrained things
Whose hearts are absent too.

A

malcolm

24
Q

The time approaches
That will, with due decision, make us know
What we shall say we have, and what we owe.

Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate;

But certain issue, strokes must arbitrate —
Towards which, advance the war.

A

Siward, let swords decide, “Time is approaching when the outcome will let us know what we’ve won, or lost. Speculation just reflects our unsure hopes. Only sword strokes will determine the verdict. Bring on the war.”

25
Q

Till famine and the ague eat them up.
Were they not forced with those that should be ours,
We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,
And beat them backward home.

A

macbeth

26
Q

I have almost forgot the taste of fears.
The time has been, my senses would have cooled
To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair

Would, at a dismal treatise, rouse and stir
As life were in’t. I have supped full with horrors.

Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts,
Cannot once start me.

A

macbeth

27
Q

Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath,

Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.

A

macduff

28
Q

Now near enough; your leafy screens throw down,
And show like those you are. You, worthy uncle,
Shall with my cousin, your right noble son,

Lead our first battle. Worthy Macduff and we
Shall take upon ‘s what else remains to do,
According to our order.

A

malcolm

29
Q

Fare you well.
Do we but find the tyrant’s power tonight,
Let us be beaten if we cannot fight.

A

Siward

30
Q

No, though thou call’st thyself a hotter name
Than any is in hell.

A

young siward

31
Q

The devil himself could not pronounce a title
More hateful to mine ear.

A

young siward

32
Q

Thou liest, abhorred tyrant. With my sword
I’ll prove the lie thou speak’st.

A

young siward

33
Q

By this great clatter, one of greatest note
Seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune,

And more I beg not.

A

macduff

34
Q

This way, my lord; the castle’s gently rendered.
The tyrant’s people on both sides do fight;

The noble thanes do bravely in the war;
The day almost itself professes yours;

And little is to do.

A

siward

35
Q

Turn, hell-hound, turn.

A

macduff

36
Q

Of all men else I have avoided thee.
But get thee back; my soul is too much charged
With blood of thine already.

A

macbeth

37
Q

I have no words;
My voice is in my sword, thou bloodier villain
Than terms can give thee out.

A

macduff

38
Q

Thou losest labour.
As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed.
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;

I bear a charmed life which must not yield
To one of woman born.

A

macbeth

39
Q

Despair thy charm,

And let the angel whom thou still hast served
Tell thee — Macduff was from his mother’s womb
Untimely ripped.

A

macduff

40
Q

Then yield thee, coward,

And live to be the show and gaze o’ the time.
We’ll have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Painted on a pole and underwrit,
‘Here may you see the tyrant.’

A

macduff

41
Q

I will not yield
To kiss the ground before young Malcolm’s feet,
And to be baited with the rabble’s curse.

Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,
And thou, opposed, being of no woman born,
Yet I will try thetry the last. Before my body
I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,
And damned be him that first cries, ‘Hold, enough.’

A

macbeth

42
Q

Some must go off; and yet, by these I see:
So great a day as this is cheaply bought.

A

siward

43
Q

Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier’s debt.
He only lived but till he was a man,
The which no sooner had his prowess confirmed
In the unshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he died.

A

ross

44
Q

Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow
Must not be measured by his worth, for then
It hath no end.

A

ross

45
Q

Why then, God’s soldier be he.
Had I as many sons as I have hairs,

I would not wish them to a fairer death.
And so, his knell is knolled.

A

siward

46
Q

He’s worth more sorrow,
And that I’ll spend for him.

A

malcolm

47
Q

He’s worth no more,
They say he parted well, and paid his score;
And so, God be with him. – Here comes newer comfort.

A

siward

48
Q

Hail, king, for so thou art. Behold where stands
The usurper’s cursed head; the time is free.
I see thee compassed with thy kingdom’s pearl,

That speak my salutation in their minds,
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine —

Hail, King of Scotland.

A

macduff

49
Q

Producing forth the cruel ministers
Of 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.

A

malcolm