FEBRUARY BREAK WORK – ENGLISH 9
 Book Review #6 is DUE by Monday,
February 23, 2015.
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account.
 Using the photo copy Ms. Rush gave you,
mark up the text – ANNOTATE Act 1,
scene 7 AND Act 2, scene 2. (You can jot
down notes on any other scenes as well,
whatever helps you read and
understand.)
 In those two acts, right on the paper,
annotate for 1) unfamiliar words 2)
characterization 3) significant
passages and 4) questions you have.
 THIS WILL BE CHECKED FOR A
HW GRADE IN CLASS.
In Act 2, choose ONE of the following four
words to track through the Act: blood, hands,
sleep, or water/washing.
 Now find at least 5 quotes from act 2
that mention or relate to that word. (If
you can’t find five quotes for one word, find as
many as you can and then add one or two
more quotes that are connected to one of the
other four words.)

For each word, record the following
things:
a. Record the quotation itself and who said
it.
b. Paraphrase and clarification (put in your
words/explain)
c. Conclusion/analysis (how is the word
being used in this quotation? What is its
significance?)
 THIS WILL BE COLLECTED
FOR A HW GRADE.
ACT 1, SCENE 7. Macbeth’s castle.
Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself
Hautboys and torches. Enter a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes
And falls on the other.
and service, and pass over the stage. Then enter MACBETH
MACBETH
Enter LADY MACBETH
How now! what news?
If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well
It were done quickly: if the assassination
LADY MACBETH
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
He has almost supp’d: why have you left the chamber?
With his surcease success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
MACBETH
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
Hath he ask’d for me?
We’ld jump the life to come. But in these cases
We still have judgment here; that we but teach
LADY MACBETH
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
Know you not he has?
To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poison’d chalice
MACBETH
To our own lips. He’s here in double trust;
We will proceed no further in this business:
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
He hath honour’d me of late; and I have bought
Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
Who should against his murderer shut the door,
Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Not cast aside so soon.
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
LADY MACBETH
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
Was the hope drunk
The deep damnation of his taking-off;
Wherein you dress’d yourself? hath it slept since?
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
Striding the blast, or heaven’s cherubim, horsed
At what it did so freely? From this time
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
To be the same in thine own act and valour
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Which thou esteem’st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem,
Letting ‘I dare not’ wait upon ‘I would,’
Soundly invite him–his two chamberlains
Like the poor cat i’ the adage?
Will I with wine and wassail so convince
That memory, the warder of the brain,
MACBETH
Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason
Prithee, peace:
A limbeck only: when in swinish sleep
I dare do all that may become a man;
Their drenched natures lie as in a death,
Who dares do more is none.
What cannot you and I perform upon
The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon
LADY MACBETH
His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt
What beast was’t, then,
Of our great quell?
That made you break this enterprise to me?
When you durst do it, then you were a man;
MACBETH
And, to be more than what you were, you would
Bring forth men-children only;
Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place
For thy undaunted mettle should compose
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:
Nothing but males. Will it not be received,
They have made themselves, and that their fitness now
When we have mark’d with blood those sleepy two
Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know
Of his own chamber and used their very daggers,
How tender ’tis to love the babe that milks me:
That they have done’t?
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have pluck’d my nipple from his boneless gums,
LADY MACBETH
And dash’d the brains out, had I so sworn as you
Who dares receive it other,
Have done to this.
As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar
Upon his death?
MACBETH
If we should fail?
LADY MACBETH
We fail!
But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And we’ll not fail. When Duncan is asleep–
Whereto the rather shall his day’s hard journey
MACBETH
I am settled, and bend up
Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
Away, and mock the time with fairest show:
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Exeunt
MACBETH ACT 2, SCENE 1. Court of Macbeth’s
castle.
BANQUO
Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE (his son) bearing a torch before him
He hath been in unusual pleasure, and
BANQUO
Sent forth great largess to your offices.
How goes the night, boy?
This diamond he greets your wife withal,
What, sir, not yet at rest? The king’s a-bed:
By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up
FLEANCE
In measureless content.
The moon is down; I have not heard the clock.
MACBETH
BANQUO
Being unprepared,
And she goes down at twelve.
Our will became the servant to defect;
Which else should free have wrought.
FLEANCE
I take’t, ’tis later, sir.
BANQUO
All’s well.
BANQUO
I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters:
Hold, take my sword. There’s husbandry in heaven;
To you they have show’d some truth.
Their candles are all out. Take thee that too.
A heavy summons lies like lead upon me,
MACBETH
And yet I would not sleep: merciful powers,
I think not of them:
Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature
Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,
Gives way to in repose!
We would spend it in some words upon that business,
Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch
If you would grant the time.
Give me my sword.
Who’s there?
BANQUO
At your kind’st leisure.
MACBETH
A friend.
MACBETH
If you shall cleave to my consent, when ’tis,
It shall make honour for you.
BANQUO
And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
So I lose none
Which was not so before. There’s no such thing:
In seeking to augment it, but still keep
It is the bloody business which informs
My bosom franchised and allegiance clear,
Thus to mine eyes. Now o’er the one halfworld
I shall be counsell’d.
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain’d sleep; witchcraft celebrates
MACBETH
Pale Hecate’s offerings, and wither’d murder,
Good repose the while!
Alarum’d by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl’s his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.
BANQUO
With Tarquin’s ravishing strides, towards his design
Thanks, sir: the like to you!
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Exeunt BANQUO and FLEANCE
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
MACBETH
And take the present horror from the time,
Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:
She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed.
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
Exit Servant
A bell rings
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
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.
Exit
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
ACT 2, SCENE 2. The same.
As this which now I draw.
Enter LADY MACBETH
Thou marshall’st me the way that I was going;
LADY MACBETH
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,
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold;
What hath quench’d them hath given me fire.
Hark! Peace!
It was the owl that shriek’d, the fatal bellman,
LADY MACBETH
Which gives the stern’st good-night. He is about it:
Now.
The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms
Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg’d
MACBETH
their possets,
As I descended?
That death and nature do contend about them,
Whether they live or die.
LADY MACBETH
Ay.
MACBETH
[Within] Who’s there? what, ho!
MACBETH
Hark!
LADY MACBETH
Who lies i’ the second chamber?
Alack, I am afraid they have awaked,
And ’tis not done. The attempt and not the deed
LADY MACBETH
Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready;
Donalbain.
He could not miss ‘em. Had he not resembled
My father as he slept, I had done’t.
MACBETH
Enter MACBETH
This is a sorry sight.
My husband!
Looking on his hands.
MACBETH
LADY MACBETH
I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?
A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.
LADY MACBETH
MACBETH
I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.
There’s one did laugh in’s sleep, and one cried
Did not you speak?
‘Murder!’
That they did wake each other: I stood and heard them:
MACBETH
But they did say their prayers, and address’d them
When?
Again to sleep.
LADY MACBETH
MACBETH
There are two lodged together.
Still it cried ‘Sleep no more!’ to all the house:
‘Glamis hath murder’d sleep, and therefore Cawdor
MACBETH
Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.’
One cried ‘God bless us!’ and ‘Amen’ the other;
As they had seen me with these hangman’s hands.
LADY MACBETH
Listening their fear, I could not say ‘Amen,’
Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane,
When they did say ‘God bless us!’
You do unbend your noble strength, to think
So brainsickly of things. Go get some water,
LADY MACBETH
And wash this filthy witness from your hand.
Consider it not so deeply.
Why did you bring these daggers from the place?
They must lie there: go carry them; and smear
MACBETH
The sleepy grooms with blood.
But wherefore could not I pronounce ‘Amen’?
I had most need of blessing, and ‘Amen’
MACBETH
Stuck in my throat.
I’ll go no more:
I am afraid to think what I have done;
LADY MACBETH
Look on’t again I dare not.
These deeds must not be thought
After these ways; so, it will make us mad.
LADY MACBETH
Infirm of purpose!
MACBETH
Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead
Methought I heard a voice cry ‘Sleep no more!
Are but as pictures: ’tis the eye of childhood
Macbeth does murder sleep’, the innocent sleep,
That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,
Sleep that knits up the ravell’d sleeve of care,
I’ll gild the faces of the grooms withal;
The death of each day’s life, sore labour’s bath,
For it must seem their guilt.
Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,
Exit. Knocking within
Chief nourisher in life’s feast,–
MACBETH
LADY MACBETH
Whence is that knocking?
What do you mean?
How is’t with me, when every noise appals me?
What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes.
Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
ACT 2, SCENE 3. The same.
Knocking within. Enter a Porter (doorman) –
The multitudinous seas in incarnadine,
Ms. Rush’s note: Porter is drunk and makes many corny
Making the green one red.
jokes as it takes him a long time to answer the door,
Re-enter LADY MACBETH
though the lords trying to get in keep knocking for a long
time. FINALLY, he…
LADY MACBETH
Opens the gate
My hands are of your colour; but I shame
To wear a heart so white.
Enter MACDUFF and LENNOX
Knocking within
MACDUFF
I hear a knocking
Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed,
At the south entry: retire we to our chamber;
That you do lie so late?
A little water clears us of this deed:
How easy is it, then! Your constancy
Porter
Hath left you unattended.
‘Faith sir, we were carousing till the
Knocking within
second cock: and drink, sir, is a great
provoker of three things.
Hark! more knocking.
Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us,
MACDUFF
And show us to be watchers. Be not lost
What three things does drink especially provoke?
So poorly in your thoughts.
PORTER
MACBETH
To know my deed, ’twere best not know myself.
Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and
urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes;
Knocking within
it provokes the desire, but it takes
Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst!
away the performance: therefore, much drink
Exeunt
it makes him, and it mars him; it sets
may be said to be an equivocator with lechery:
him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him,
and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and
MACDUFF
not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him
He did command me to call timely on him:
in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.
I have almost slipp’d the hour.
MACDUFF
MACBETH
I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.
I’ll bring you to him.
PORTER
MACDUFF
That it did, sir, i’ the very throat on
I know this is a joyful trouble to you;
me: but I requited him for his lie; and, I
But yet ’tis one.
think, being too strong for him, though he took
up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast
MACBETH
him.
The labour we delight in physics pain.
This is the door.
MACDUFF
Is thy master stirring?
MACDUFF
Enter MACBETH
I’ll make so bold to call,
Our knocking has awaked him; here he comes.
For ’tis my limited service.
Exit
LENNOX
Good morrow, noble sir.
LENNOX
Goes the king hence to-day?
MACBETH
Good morrow, both.
MACBETH
He does: he did appoint so.
MACDUFF
Is the king stirring, worthy thane?
LENNOX
The night has been unruly: where we lay,
MACBETH
Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say,
Not yet.
Lamentings heard i’ the air; strange screams of death,
And prophesying with accents terrible
Of dire combustion and confused events
MACDUFF
New hatch’d to the woeful time: the obscure bird
Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
Clamour’d the livelong night: some say, the earth
With a new Gorgon: do not bid me speak;
Was feverous and did shake.
See, and then speak yourselves.
Exeunt MACBETH and LENNOX
MACBETH
‘Twas a rough night.
LENNOX
My young remembrance cannot parallel
A fellow to it.
Re-enter MACDUFF
MACDUFF
Awake, awake!
Ring the alarum-bell. Murder and treason!
Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake!
Shake off this downy sleep, death’s counterfeit,
And look on death itself! up, up, and see
The great doom’s image! Malcolm! Banquo!
As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites,
To countenance this horror! Ring the bell.
O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart
Bell rings
Cannot conceive nor name thee!
Enter LADY MACBETH
LADY MACBETH
MACBETH & LENNOX
What’s the business,
What’s the matter?
That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
The sleepers of the house? speak, speak!
MACDUFF
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
MACDUFF
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
O gentle lady,
The Lord’s anointed temple, and stole thence
‘Tis not for you to hear what I can speak:
The life o’ the building!
The repetition, in a woman’s ear,
Would murder as it fell.
MACBETH
Enter BANQUO
What is ‘t you say? the life?
O Banquo, Banquo,
LENNOX
Mean you his majesty?
Our royal master ‘s murder’d!
LADY MACBETH
MALCOLM
Woe, alas!
O, by whom?
What, in our house?
LENNOX
BANQUO
Those of his chamber, as it seem’d, had done ‘t:
Too cruel any where.
Their hands and faces were an badged with blood;
Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself,
So were their daggers, which unwiped we found
And say it is not so.
Upon their pillows:
Re-enter MACBETH and LENNOX, with ROSS
They stared, and were distracted; no man’s life
Was to be trusted with them.
MACBETH
Had I but died an hour before this chance,
MACBETH
I had lived a blessed time; for, from this instant,
O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
There ‘s nothing serious in mortality:
That I did kill them.
All is but toys: renown and grace is dead;
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
MACDUFF
Is left this vault to brag of.
Wherefore did you so?
Enter MALCOLM and DONALBAIN (Duncan’s sons)
MACBETH
DONALBAIN
Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious,
What is amiss?
Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man:
The expedition my violent love
MACBETH
Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan,
You are, and do not know’t:
His silver skin laced with his golden blood;
The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood
And his gash’d stabs look’d like a breach in nature
Is stopp’d; the very source of it is stopp’d.
For ruin’s wasteful entrance: there, the murderers,
Steep’d in the colours of their trade, their daggers
MACDUFF
Unmannerly breech’d with gore: who could refrain,
Your royal father ‘s murder’d.
That had a heart to love, and in that heart
Courage to make ‘s love kno wn?
LADY MACBETH
Against the undivulged pretence I fight
Help me hence, ho!
Of treasonous malice.
MACDUFF
Look to the lady.
MALCOLM
[Aside to DONALBAIN] Why do we hold our tongues,
MACDUFF
And so do I.
ALL
So all.
That most may claim this argument for ours?
MACBETH
DONALBAIN
[Aside to MALCOLM] What should be spoken here,
Let’s briefly put on manly readiness,
And meet i’ the hall together.
where our fate,
Hid in an auger-hole, may rush, and seize us?
Let ‘s away;
Our tears are not yet brew’d.
MALCOLM
[Aside to DONALBAIN] Nor our strong sorrow
Upon the foot of motion.
ALL
Well contented.
Exeunt all but Malcolm and Donalbain.
MALCOLM
What will you do? Let’s not consort with them:
To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
Which the false man does easy. I’ll to England.
BANQUO
Look to the lady:
LADY MACBETH is carried out
DONALBAIN
To Ireland, I; our separated fortune
Shall keep us both the safer: where we are,
And when we have our naked frailties hid,
There’s daggers in men’s smiles: the near in blood,
That suffer in exposure, let us meet,
The nearer bloody.
And question this most bloody piece of work,
To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us:
MALCOLM
In the great hand of God I stand; and thence
This murderous shaft that’s shot
Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way
Is to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse;
ROSS
And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,
And Duncan’s horses–a thing most strange and certain–
But shift away: there’s warrant in that theft
Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
Which steals itself, when there’s no mercy left.
Turn’d wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,
Exeunt
Contending ‘gainst obedience, as they would make
War with mankind.
ACT 2, SCENE 4. Outside Macbeth’s castle.
Enter ROSS and an old Man
Old Man
‘Tis said they eat each other.
Old Man
Threescore and ten I can remember well:
ROSS
Within the volume of which time I have seen
They did so, to the amazement of mine eyes
Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore night
That look’d upon’t. Here comes the good Macduff.
Hath trifled former knowings.
Enter MACDUFF
ROSS
How goes the world, sir, now?
Ah, good father,
MACDUFF
Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man’s act,
Why, see you not?
Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock, ’tis day,
And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp:
ROSS
Is’t night’s predominance, or the day’s shame,
Is’t known who did this more than bloody deed?
That darkness does the face of earth entomb,
When living light should kiss it?
MACDUFF
Those that Macbeth hath slain.
Old Man
‘Tis unnatural,
ROSS
Even like the deed that’s done. On Tuesday last,
Alas, the day!
A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
What good could they pretend?
Was by a mousing owl hawk’d at and kill’d.
MACDUFF
ROSS
They were suborn’d:
Well, I will thither.
Malcolm and Donalbain, the king’s two sons,
Are stol’n away and fled; which puts upon them
MACDUFF
Suspicion of the deed.
Well, may you see things well done there: adieu!
Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!
ROSS
‘Gainst nature still!
ROSS
Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up
Farewell, father.
Thine own life’s means! Then ’tis most like
The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.
Old Man
God’s benison go with you; and with those
MACDUFF
That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!
He is already named, and gone to Scone
Exeunt
To be invested.
ROSS
Where is Duncan’s body?
MACDUFF
Carried to Colmekill,
The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,
And guardian of their bones.
ROSS
Will you to Scone?
MACDUFF
No, cousin, I’ll to Fife.