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Macbeth: ACT II, scene i Page 46 in Blue Text The notes in Blue are to assist you, not to be read.

ACT II SCENE I. Court of Macbeth's castle ACT II SCENE I. Court of Macbeth's castle. Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE bearing a torch before him

ACT II SCENE I. Court of Macbeth's castle ACT II SCENE I. Court of Macbeth's castle. Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE bearing a torch before him The torch tells our audience at the Globe it is night-time, the lines will too.

ACT II SCENE I. Court of Macbeth's castle ACT II SCENE I. Court of Macbeth's castle. Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE bearing a torch before him BANQUO How goes the night, boy? FLEANCE The moon is down; I have not heard the clock.

ACT II SCENE I. Court of Macbeth's castle ACT II SCENE I. Court of Macbeth's castle. Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE bearing 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 How goes the night, boy. FLEANCE The moon is down; 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. An Anachronism – something out of place in time.

BANQUO How goes the night, boy. FLEANCE The moon is down; 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. An Anachronism – something out of place in time. Shakespeare is often guilty of this… Profs and students love to find them.

BANQUO Hold, take my sword BANQUO Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry (economy) in heaven; Their candles are all out. Take thee that too. (his scabbard? )

BANQUO A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, summons / tiredness BANQUO A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, summons / tiredness ...like “summoned to sleep” And yet I would not sleep:

BANQUO Merciful powers, (God, the Trinity, the Divine in direct address) Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature gives way to in repose!

Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature gives way to in repose Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature gives way to in repose! (Hmmm. ..What cursed thoughts haunt Banquo?)

Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature gives way to in repose Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature gives way to in repose! (Hmmm. ..What cursed thoughts haunt Banquo?) The thought his friend, Macbeth, may be planning Murder!

Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch

Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch BANQUO: Give me my sword Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch BANQUO: Give me my sword. Who's there?

Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch BANQUO: Give me my sword 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. Largess… grand gestures of appreciation Praise, Money, Rewards, Treasure, Titles, etc.

What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed: 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. The King has really been praising you Macbeth and rewarding you.

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, By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up In measureless content.

What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed: 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, By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up In measureless content. Here’s a diamond the king, gave me, to give you, to give to your wife.

What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed: 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, By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up In measureless content. Here’s a diamond the king, gave me, to give you, to give to your wife. You’re not really thinking of killing this great guy, are you?

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, By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up In measureless content. MACBETH Being unprepared, (for a royal visit) Our will became the servant to defect; Which else should free have wrought.

What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed: 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, By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up In measureless content. MACBETH Being unprepared, Our will became the servant to defect; Which else should free have wrought. We’d have had a better feast, one fit for king, if we knew sooner Duncan was coming.

BANQUO All's well. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: To you they have show'd some truth.

BANQUO All's well. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: To you they have show'd some truth. Did he? Or is he trying to make conversation on this point?

BANQUO All's well. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: To you they have show'd some truth. MACBETH I think not of them: (the Weird Sisters and their Prophecy) 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 All's well. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: To you they have show'd 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. Has Macbeth thought of the meeting and the prophecies?

BANQUO All's well. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: To you they have show'd 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. Has Macbeth thought of the meeting and the prophecies? He hasn’t thought of anything else but becoming king!

BANQUO All's well. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: To you they have show'd 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. At your kind'st leisure. (Sure, then you got the time)

Listen carefully, now… Read between the lines

MACBETH If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, It shall make honour for you.

MACBETH If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, It shall make honour for you. Stick with me, when my time comes to be king.. And I can make great honor for you Perhaps I’ll need a Thane of Cawdor

MACBETH If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, It shall make honour for you. BANQUO So I lose none (honor) In seeking to augment it,

MACBETH If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, It shall make honour for you. BANQUO So I lose none (honor) In seeking to augment it, I will not lose honor in seeking to add to my honor

MACBETH If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, It shall make honour for you. BANQUO So I lose none (honor) In seeking to augment it, I will not lose honor in seeking to add to my honor No dishonorable actions from Banquo, Nor can Macbeth expect him to support any.

MACBETH If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, It shall make honour for you. BANQUO So I lose none (honor) In seeking to augment it, but still keep My bosom franchised and allegiance clear, I shall be counsell'd.

MACBETH Good repose the while! BANQUO Thanks, sir: the like to you! Exeunt BANQUO and FLEANCE Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. Exit Servant

Tick, Tock, Moments Pass….

Dwelling upon the thought of murder…

Macbeth sees a dagger floating in front of him!

Hallucination?

Or… A dagger that is there but … not one that is able to be physically noted?

“Is this a dagger I see before me?”

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight?

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind,

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. 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?

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. 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? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw.

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. 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? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use.

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. 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? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. 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? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest

I see thee still,

I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before

Is I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing:

Is I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing: It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes.

Now o'er the one halfworld Nature seems dead,

Now o'er the one halfworld Nature seems dead, (the sleeping half of the world)

Now o'er the one halfworld Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; (Nightmares)

Now o'er the one halfworld Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd 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.

Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.

Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it. Neat play upon the sense: Hearing and talking (prating) Remember Macbeth just soliloquized about his senses playing tricks on him

Whiles I threat, he lives; Words to the heat of deeds Whiles I threat, he lives; Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.

Whiles I threat, he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. A bell rings

Whiles I threat, he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. A bell rings I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.

Whiles I threat, he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. A bell rings I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell.

Whiles I threat, he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. A bell rings I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell. OUR RHYMING COUPLET HAS RUNG THIS SCENE TO AN END. RUNG LIKE THE BELL . END OF SCENE.

Whiles I threat, he lives; Words to the heat of deeds Whiles I threat, he lives; Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. Alliteration of the W’s to open Assonance of the “I” sound and even the “e” even with the rhyming threat & breath and gives & lives. Paradox of hot and cold comes across Paradox of words vs. deeds comes across

The End