Context Flashcards
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Fair is foul, and foul is fair / Hover through the fog and filthy air (1.1.1)
Opening scene; the witches cast a spell before meeting Macbeth.
Disdaining fortune, with his brandish’d steel, / Which smoked with bloody execution, / Like Valour’s minion carved out his passage / Till he faced the slave; / Which ne’er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, / Till he unseam’d him from the nave to the chaps, / And fix’d his head upon our battlements. (1.2.2)
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Describing Macbeth’s heroism in battle to King Duncan.
No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive / Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death, / And with his former title greet Macbeth (1.2.4)
After hearing the traitor Cawdor’s fate.
What are these / So Wither’d, and so wild in their attire, / That look not like the inhabitants o’ the earth, / And yet are on’t? (1.3.5)
Upon seeing the witches for the first time.
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, / The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray’s / In deepest consequence. (1.3.8)
After the witches give their prophecy.
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, / Without my stir. (1.3.8)
Reflecting on the prophecy.
There’s no art / To find the mind’s construction in the face: / He was a gentleman on whom I built / An absolute trust. (1.4.8)
Reflecting on the betrayal by the former Thane of Cawdor.
Stars, hide your fires; / Let not light see my black and deep desires. (1.4.11)
After hearing Malcolm is named heir.
I fear thy nature; / It is too full o’ the milk of human kindness / To catch the nearest way. (1.5.11)
Reading Macbeth’s letter.
The raven himself is hoarse / That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan / Under my battlements. Come, you spirits / That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, / And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full / Of direst cruelty. (1.5.12)
Preparing for Duncan’s murder.
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men / May read strange matters. To beguile the time, / Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, / Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, / But be the serpent under’t. (1.5.13)
Advising Macbeth to appear innocent.
If it were done when ‘tis done, then ‘twere well / It were done quickly. (1.7.15)
Debating the murder of Duncan.
I have no spur / To Prick the sides of my intent, but only / Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself / And falls on the other. (1.7.16)
Still debating Duncan’s murder.
We will proceed no further in this business: / He hath honour’d me of late; and I have bought / Golden opinions from all sorts of people, / Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, / Not cast aside so soon. (1.7.16)
Deciding against the murder.
I have given suck, and know / How tender ‘tis to love the babe that milks me: / I would, while it was smiling in my face, / Have pluck’d my nipple from his boneless gums, / And dash’d the brains out, had I so sworn as you / Have done to this. (1.7.17)
Manipulating Macbeth.
But screw your courage to the skicking-place, / And we’ll not fail. (1.7.17)
Persuading Macbeth to proceed.
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? (2.1.20)
Before murdering Duncan.
Had he not resembled / My father as he slept, I had done’t. (2.2.21)
After Macbeth kills Duncan.
Go get some water, / And wash this filthy witness from your hand. / Why did you bring these daggers from the place? (2.2.23)
Macbeth returns with the daggers.
Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood / Clean from my hands? No; this my hand will rather / The multitudinous seas incarnadine, / making the green one red. (2.2.23)
After killing Duncan.
Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all, / As the weird women promised, and I fear / Thou play’dst most foully for’t. (3.1.33)
Suspecting Macbeth.
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown / And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, / Thence to be wrench’d with an unlineal hand. (3.1.35)
Fearing Banquo’s prophecy.
Gentle my lord, sleep o’er your rugged looks; / Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night. (3.2.39)
Macbeth is anxious.
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, / Till thou applaud the deed. (3.2.39)
Hiding plans from Lady Macbeth.