Status Updates From Macbeth (Arkangel Shakespeare)

Act IV,s.2:

1st Murderer: He’s a traitor. [Mcduff who fled to England]

Son: Thou liest, thou shag-ear’d villain!

1st Murderer: What, you egg! (stabs Son) Young fry of treachery!

Son: He has kill’d me, mother: Run away, I pray you!

Act IV,s.2: Lady Mcduff: Wisdom? To leave his wife, to leave his babes,his mansion & his titles, in a place from whence himself [Mcduff] does fly? He lives is not, he wants the natural touch.

Act IV,s.1: [1st Apparition, an armed Head [?]]

2nd Apparition (a bloody child): Be bloody, be bold & resolute; laugh to scorn the power of man: for none of woman born shall harm Mcb.

Third Apparition (a child crowned with a tree in his hand): Be lion-metted . & take no care who chafes . or where conspirators are: Mcb will never vanquished be, until Great Birman wood to high Dunsinane hill shall come against him

Act IV,s.1: Second Witch: By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes: open locks, whoever knocks! [enter Macbeth]

Act III,s.4: Macbeth [to Lady]: Come, we’ll to sleep. My strange & self-abuse is the initiate fear, that wants hard use: we are yet but young in deed.

Act III,s.4: Macbeth: What man dare, I dare: approach though like the rugged Russian bear, the arm’d rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger, take any shape but that & my firm nerves shall never tremble. Or be alive again, and dare me to the desert with thy sword.

Act III,s.4: Macbeth: There the grown serpent [Banquo] lies, the worm that’s fled hath nature that in time will venom breed, no teeth for present.

Act III, s.3: Macbeth [to Lady M]: Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, till thou applaud the deed.

Act III,s.4: Murderer: Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides, with twenty trenched gashes on his head; the least a death to nature.

Act III,s.1: Second Murderer: I am one, my liege, whom the vile blows & buffets of the world bath so incens’d, that I am reckless what I do to spite the world.

Act III,s.1: Banquo: Let your Highness command upon me, to the which my duties are with a most indissoluble tie for ever knit.

Act II,s.1: Macbeth: Is this a dagger I see before me, the handle to my hand? … There’s no such thing: it is the bloody business, which informs this to mine eyes. Now o’er the one-half world Nature seems dead, & wicked dreams abuse the curtain’d sleep…

Act II, s.4: Old Man: ‘Tis unnatural, even like the deed that’s done. On Tuesday last, a falcon towering in her pride of place was by a mousing owl hawk’d at, and kill’d.
Ross: and Duncan’s horses…turn’d wild in nature, broke their stalls…
Old Man: ‘Tis said they ate each other.