Act 5 Scene 3 And other Quotes Revising Macbeth Act 5 Scene 3 And other Quotes

Example Bring me no more reports, let them fly all. The words and punctuation that tell me this most clearly are: Macbeth uses imperatives to insist on his power. Macbeth asks questions to make others sound weak and show his scorn for the opposition. Macbeth denies the possibility of his fear or defeat. Macbeth is feeling threatened. He clings to the witches’ predictions to give himself courage and tells himself other people cannot threaten him. Outwardly, he is confident that he is safe. Bring me no more reports, let them fly all. Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear. What’s the boy Malcolm? Was he not born of woman? How an actor might show Macbeth’s feelings clearly in his voice, gestures, actions or expression: Macbeth says this at the start of Act 5 Scene 3 when he hears that his men are deserting him. The audience know that the English are on the march.

Example 2 Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, The words and punctuation that tell me this most clearly are: Macbeth verbally abuses and insults his servant, saying that he is a coward to be so pale with fear. He calls him “boy” and refers to him as “thou” implying that he is not a man. He asks the same question twice to suggest an outward contempt for fear. Example 2 Macbeth is feeling threatened, so he threatens his servant. He is angry because he is stressed by his situation and uses his servant to prove he still has the power to control others. Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-livered boy. What soldiers, patch? Death of thy soul, those linen cheeks of thine Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey face? Macbeth says this when the servant brings him news of the English army How an actor might show Macbeth’s feelings clearly in his voice, gestures, actions or expression:

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?

And withered murder, Alarumed by his sentinel the wolf, Whose howl’s his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin’s ravishing strides, toward 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.

I go and it is done. The bell invites me 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

This is a sorry sight

Methought I heard a voice cry ‘Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep’, the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care, The death of each day’s life, sore labour’s bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course, Chief nourisher in life’s feast.

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.

Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood . 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

My way of life Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but in their stead Curses, not loud but deep …

Come put mine armour on; give me my staff. Seyton, send out. Doctor, the thanes fly from me. Come sir, dispatch. If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again. Pull’t off I say.  

I will not be afraid of death and bane Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane.

I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been, my senses would have cooled To hear a night-shriek … I have supped full of horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.

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.

Do come to Dunsinane”; and now a wood ………………“Fear not, till Birnam wood Do come to Dunsinane”; and now a wood Comes to Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out! If this which he avouches does appear There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here … Ring the alarum bell? Blow wind, come wrack, At least we’ll die with harness on our back.