Macbeth
                                                        
                                                        
                                                            Which of you have done this? 
                                                        
                                                    
                                                    
                                                    
                                                 
                                            
                                                
                                            
                                                
                                                    
                                                    
                                                        
                                                            Macbeth
                                                        
                                                        
                                                            Thou canst not say I did it – never shake
 
Thy gory locks at me. 
                                                        
                                                    
                                                    
                                                    
                                                                
                                                                
                                                                    
                                                                        
                                                                        
                                                                            You, Banquo’s ghost, cannot accuse me of killing you.
                                                                         
                                                                     
                                                                 
                                                            
                                                            
                                                 
                                            
                                                
                                                    
                                                    
                                                        
                                                            Ross
                                                        
                                                        
                                                            Gentlemen rise, his highness is not well. 
                                                        
                                                    
                                                    
                                                    
                                                                
                                                                
                                                                    
                                                                        
                                                                        
                                                                            What do you think Ross and the thanes think about Macbeth’s unexpected behaviour?
                                                                         
                                                                     
                                                                 
                                                            
                                                            
                                                 
                                            
                                                
                                                    
                                                    
                                                        
                                                            Lady Macbeth
                                                        
                                                        
                                                            Sit, worthy friends, my lord is often thus,
 
And hath been from his youth. Pray you keep seat,
 
The fit is momentary, upon a thought
 
He will again be well. If much you note him
 
You shall offend him and extend his passion;
 
Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?
                                                        
                                                    
                                                    
                                                    
                                                                
                                                                
                                                                    
                                                                        
                                                                        
                                                                            If you make a fuss of him, you will make things worse.
                                                                         
                                                                     
                                                                 
                                                            
                                                                
                                                                    
                                                                        
                                                                        
                                                                            This question is directed at Macbeth. How public do you think this question is? How could you stage this question and the conversation that comes afterwards, without the thanes overhearing?
                                                                         
                                                                     
                                                                 
                                                            
                                                            
                                                 
                                            
                                                
                                                    
                                                    
                                                        
                                                            Macbeth
                                                        
                                                        
                                                            Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
 
Which might appal the Devil. 
                                                        
                                                    
                                                    
                                                    
                                                 
                                            
                                                
                                                    
                                                    
                                                        
                                                            Lady Macbeth
                                                        
                                                        
                                                            O proper stuff.
 
This is the very painting of your fear:
 
This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said,
 
Led you to Duncan. O these flaws and starts,
 
Impostors to true fear, would well become
 
A woman’s story at a winter’s fire,
 
Authorised by her grandam – shame itself,
 
Why do you make such faces? When all’s done
 
You look but on a stool.
                                                        
                                                    
                                                    
                                                    
                                                                
                                                                
                                                                    
                                                                        
                                                                        
                                                                            Ridiculous! This is all imaginary. This is exactly like when you had a vision of a dagger before you killed Duncan.
                                                                         
                                                                     
                                                                 
                                                            
                                                                
                                                                    
                                                                        
                                                                        
                                                                            This feeling is completely unreal in comparison to real fears.
                                                                         
                                                                     
                                                                 
                                                            
                                                                
                                                            
                                                            
                                                 
                                            
                                                
                                                    
                                                    
                                                        
                                                            Macbeth
                                                        
                                                        
                                                            Prithee, see there.
 
Behold. Look. Lo, how say you?
 
Why what care I, if thou canst nod, speak too.
If charnel houses and our graves must send
 
Those that we bury back, our monuments
 
Shall be the maws of kites. 
                                                        
                                                    
                                                    
                                                    
                                                                
                                                                
                                                                    
                                                                        
                                                                        
                                                                            Macbeth is responding to the ghost’s movements. What do you think the ghost is doing? Can the audience see the ghost or is it all in his imagination? 
                                                                         
                                                                     
                                                                 
                                                            
                                                                
                                                                    
                                                                        
                                                                        
                                                                            If buried bodies rise, there will be no bones left in the graves - like in the stomach of a bird of prey. 
                                                                         
                                                                     
                                                                 
                                                            
                                                            
                                                 
                                            
                                                
                                            
                                                
                                                    
                                                    
                                                        
                                                            Lady Macbeth
                                                        
                                                        
                                                            What, quite unmanned in folly? 
                                                        
                                                    
                                                    
                                                    
                                                                
                                                                
                                                                    
                                                                        
                                                                        
                                                                            Have you completely lost sense of who you are as a man, with your silliness?
                                                                         
                                                                     
                                                                 
                                                            
                                                            
                                                 
                                            
                                                
                                                    
                                                    
                                                        
                                                            Macbeth
                                                        
                                                        
                                                            If I stand here, I saw him. 
                                                        
                                                    
                                                    
                                                    
                                                 
                                            
                                                
                                                    
                                                        
                                                            (Text edited for rehearsals by Polly Findlay and Zoe Svendsen)