Act Five Flashcards
Somnambulism connotations
Can’t rest the mind
Guilt/innocence
Disturbed
Mind and guilty conscience
perturbation in nature
Subversion of nature through LM’s sleepwalking
Out, damned spot! Out, I say! One, two. Why, then ‘tis
time to do’t. Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie, a soldier,
and afeard?
Yet who would have thought the old man to have so much blood in him?
Here’s the smell of the blood still; all the perfumes of
Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. O, O, O.
Wash your hands, put on your night-gown, look not so
pale. I tell you yet again, Banquo’s buried; he cannot
come out on’s grave.
To bed, to bed, there’s knocking at the gate. Come,
come, come, come, give me your hand, what’s done
cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed.
unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles
Some say he’s mad
others … call it valiant fury
his title
Hang loose about him, like a giant’s robe
Upon a dwarfish thief.
To dew the sovereign flower
and drown the weeds.
The devil damn thee black
thou cream-fac’d loon
lily’liver’d boy
My way of life
Is fall’n into the sere, the yellow leaf
And that which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends
…
Curses, not loud but deep
I’ll fight till from my bones my flesh be hacked.
Give me my armour. [repeated]
I have almost forgot the taste of fears
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
I’gin to be aweary of the sun
At least we’ll die with harness on our back.
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
But bear-like I must fight the course.
swords I smile at
Here you may see the tyrant.
I will not yield to kiss the ground before young Malcolm’s feet
Before my body, I throw my warlike shield.
Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier’s debt
but till he was a man
But like a man he died.
Th’ usurper’s cursed head
dead butcher and his fiend-like queen
Took off her life by self and violent hands
