Duncan: Macbeth couldn’t WAIT to get home to you! (1.6.20-31) #DaggerDrawn #SlowShakespeare

KING                           Where’s the Thane of Cawdor? We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose To be his purveyor; but he rides well, And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath helped him To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess, We are your guest tonight. LADY                          Your servants ever Have theirs, […]

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Lady Macbeth: welcome to our lovely home! no trouble at all! (1.6.10-20) #DaggerDrawn #SlowShakespeare

Enter Lady KING               See, see, our honoured hostess. [To Lady] The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you How you shall bid God yield us for your pains, And thank us for your trouble. LADY                          All our service In every point twice done, and […]

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Duncan: lovely place here! Banquo: birdwatching! (1.6.1-10) #DaggerDrawn #SlowShakespeare

Hautboys and torches. Enter King, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Lennox, Macduff, Ross, Angus, and attendants KING   This castle hath a pleasant seat. The air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. BANQUO        This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve By his loved mansionry that the heavens’ breath Smells wooingly here. No jutty, […]

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Macbeths reunited: loaded phases, high on possibility (1.5.50-57) #DaggerDrawn #SlowShakespeare

Enter Macbeth LADY              Great Glamis, worthy Cawdor, Greater than both by the all-hail hereafter! Thy letters have transported me beyond This ignorant present, and I feel now The future in the instant. MACBETH                  My dearest love, Duncan comes here tonight. LADY                          And when goes hence? MACBETH      Tomorrow, as he purposes. LADY                                                  O, never Shall […]

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Lady Macbeth: pouring spirits with her valorous tongue (1.5.21-34) #DaggerDrawn #SlowShakespeare

LADY                          Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear, And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round Which fate and metaphysic aid doth seem To have thee crowned withal. Enter Messenger What is your tidings? MESSENGER              The King comes here tonight. LADY              […]

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