Macbeth in 40 Lines

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Macbeth in 40 lines

Second Witch: When the hurlyburly’s done. ( Act 1, Scene 1)

When the battle’s lost and won.

Third Witch: There to meet with Macbeth

Duncan: What he hath,lost noble Macbeth hath won

Third Witch : A drum, a drum !

Macbeth doth come . (Act 1, Scene 3)

Second Witch: All hail, Macbeth ! hail to thee, thane of Cawdor !

Third Witch: All hail Macbeth! Thou shalt be king hereafter

Third Witch: Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:

So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo !

Macbeth : Glamis, and thane of Cawdor: the greatest is till behind.

Macbeth: The Prince of Cumberland! That’s a step on which (act one,scene 4)

I must fall down, or else o’er leap

for in my way it lies.

Lady Macbeth: Glamis thou art, and Cawdor and shalt be what are promised: yet do I fear thy nature;

Macbeth : First, as I am his kinsman and his subject act 1,7

Strong both against the deed: then as his host,

Who should against his murderer shut the door,

Not bear the knife myself.

Lady Macbeth: We fail!

But stick your courage to the stick place and we’ll not fail. When Duncan is asleep.

Macbeth: False Face must hide what the false heart doth know.

Macbeth: Is this the dagger,which I see before me, act2s2

The handle toward my hand ? Come let me clutch thee.

Macbeth: Thou marshall’st me the way that I was going

Macbeth: Hear it not, Duncan for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven or to hell.

Macbeth: I am afraid to think what I’ve done; look on’t again I dare not.

Lady Macbeth: My hands are of your colour but I shame to wear a heart so white.

Macbeth: But safely thus: our fears in Banquo stick deep; and in his royalty of nature.

Macbeth: It is concluded: Banqup they souls flight if it find heaven, must find it out to night.

Third M: Theres but one down the son fled.

Hecate: Shall draw him on to his confusion: he shall spurn fate scorn death and bear his hopes.

Macbeth: How now you secret black and migdnight hags what is’t you do?

All: A deed without name...