Macbeth: dead of night, horrific imaginings (2.1.49-56) #DaggerDrawn #SlowShakespeare

MACBETH                  Now o’er the one half-world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtained sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate’s off’rings; and withered murder, Alarumed by his sentinel the wolf, Whose howl’s his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin’s ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.                (2.1.49-56)   The (in)visible dagger might be […]

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Banquo: what about those witches? Macbeth: not right now (2.1.19-30) #DaggerDrawn #SlowShakespeare

BANQUO        I dreamt last night of the three weyard sisters. To you they have showed some truth. MACBETH      I think not of them. Yet when we can entreat an hour to serve, We would spend it in some words upon that business If you would grant the time. BANQUO                                At your kind’st leisure. MACBETH      […]

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Great party, says Banquo; all’s well (2.1.9-18) #DaggerDrawn #SlowShakespeare

Enter Macbeth, and a servant with a torch BANQUO        Give me my sword.—Who’s there? MACBETH                              A friend. BANQUO        What, sir, not yet at rest? The King’s a-bed. He hath been in unusual pleasure, and Sent forth great largess to your offices. This diamond he greets your wife withal, [He gives Macbeth the jewel] By the […]

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Banquo and Fleance: it’s really late and really dark (2.1.1-9) #DaggerDrawn #SlowShakespeare

Enter Banquo, and Fleance with a torch before him BANQUO        How goes the night, boy? FLEANCE        The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. BANQUO        And she goes down at twelve. FLEANCE        I take’t ’tis later, sir. BANQUO        Hold, take my sword. There’s husbandry in heaven; Their candles are all out. Take thee […]

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