The workbook is structured by character and theme and includes a combination of knowledge recap, activities and exam practice, targeting the key skills and information that students need to master for exam success. Notes on the background and sources of the tragedy accompany the text of the drama. An improved, larger-format edition of the Cambridge School Shakespeare plays, extensively rewritten, expanded and produced in an attractive new design.
An active approach to classroom Shakespeare enables students to inhabit Shakespeare's imaginative world in accessible and creative ways. Students are encouraged to share Shakespeare's love of language, interest in character and sense of theatre. Substantially revised and extended in full colour, classroom activities are thematically organised in distinctive 'Stagecraft', 'Write about it', 'Language in the play', 'Characters' and 'Themes' features.
Extended glossaries are aligned with the play text for easy reference. Expanded endnotes include extensive essay-writing guidance for 'Macbeth' and Shakespeare. Includes rich, exciting colour photos of performances of 'Macbeth' from around the world. Insight Study Guides are written by experts and cover a range of popular literature, plays and films.
Designed to provide insight and an overview about each text for students and teachers, these guides endeavor to develop knowledge and understanding rather than just provide answers and summaries. The Tempest is a popular text for study by secondary students the world over. This is the sergeant Who like a good and hardy soldier fought 'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend! Say to the king the knowledge of the broil As thou didst leave it.
Doubtful it stood; As two spent swimmers, that do cling together And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald-- Worthy to be a rebel, for to that The multiplying villanies of nature Do swarm upon him--from the western isles Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied; And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak: For brave Macbeth--well he deserves that name-- 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.
As whence the sun 'gins his reflection Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break, So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come Discomfort swells.
Mark, king of Scotland, mark: No sooner justice had with valour arm'd Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels, But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage, With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men Began a fresh assault.
Why sinks that cauldron? Hautboys First Witch Show! Second Witch Show! Third Witch Show! ALL Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; Come like shadows, so depart! Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls. And thy hair, Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first. A third is like the former. Filthy hags! Why do you show me this? A fourth! Start, eyes! What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? Another yet! A seventh! Apparitions vanish What, is this so?
First Witch Ay, sir, all this is so: but why Stands Macbeth thus amazedly? Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar! Come in, without there! But no more sights! Come, bring me where they are. ROSS You must have patience, madam. He loves us not; He wants the natural touch: for the poor wren, The most diminutive of birds, will fight, Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
All is the fear and nothing is the love; As little is the wisdom, where the flight So runs against all reason. I dare not speak much further; But cruel are the times, when we are traitors And do not know ourselves, when we hold rumour From what we fear, yet know not what we fear, But float upon a wild and violent sea Each way and move. My pretty cousin, Blessing upon you! How will you live? Son As birds do, mother.
Son With what I get, I mean; and so do they. Son Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for. My father is not dead, for all your saying. Son Nay, how will you do for a husband? Son Was my father a traitor, mother? Son What is a traitor? Son And be all traitors that do so? Son And must they all be hanged that swear and lie? Son Who must hang them? Son Then the liars and swearers are fools, for there are liars and swearers enow to beat the honest men and hang up them.
But how wilt thou do for a father? Enter a Messenger Messenger Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known, Though in your state of honour I am perfect. To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage; To do worse to you were fell cruelty, Which is too nigh your person.
Heaven preserve you! I dare abide no longer. I have done no harm. But I remember now I am in this earthly world; where to do harm Is often laudable, to do good sometime Accounted dangerous folly: why then, alas, Do I put up that womanly defence, To say I have done no harm?
Enter Murderers What are these faces? First Murderer Where is your husband? First Murderer What, you egg! Stabbing him Young fry of treachery! What you have spoke, it may be so perchance. This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, Was once thought honest: you have loved him well. I am young; but something You may deserve of him through me, and wisdom To offer up a weak poor innocent lamb To appease an angry god. A good and virtuous nature may recoil In an imperial charge. But I shall crave your pardon; That which you are my thoughts cannot transpose: Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell; Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, Yet grace must still look so.
Why in that rawness left you wife and child, Those precious motives, those strong knots of love, Without leave-taking? I pray you, Let not my jealousies be your dishonours, But mine own safeties. You may be rightly just, Whatever I shall think. Great tyranny! But fear not yet To take upon you what is yours: you may Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty, And yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwink.
We have willing dames enough: there cannot be That vulture in you, to devour so many As will to greatness dedicate themselves, Finding it so inclined. MACDUFF This avarice Sticks deeper, grows with more pernicious root Than summer-seeming lust, and it hath been The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear; Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will. MALCOLM But I have none: the king-becoming graces, As justice, verity, temperance, stableness, Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, I have no relish of them, but abound In the division of each several crime, Acting it many ways.
Nay, had I power, I should Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth. No, not to live. Thy royal father Was a most sainted king: the queen that bore thee, Oftener upon her knees than on her feet, Died every day she lived.
Fare thee well! O my breast, Thy hope ends here! Devilish Macbeth By many of these trains hath sought to win me Into his power, and modest wisdom plucks me From over-credulous haste: but God above Deal between thee and me! Why are you silent? Doctor Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched souls That stay his cure: their malady convinces The great assay of art; but at his touch— Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand— They presently amend.
With this strange virtue, He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy, And sundry blessings hang about his throne, That speak him full of grace. Good God, betimes remove The means that makes us strangers! ROSS Sir, amen. ROSS Alas, poor country! Almost afraid to know itself.
ROSS Why, well. ROSS Well too. The general cause? ROSS Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound That ever yet they heard. I guess at it. What, man! ROSS I have said. All my pretty ones? Did you say all? O hell-kite! What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop?
Did heaven look on, And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, They were all struck for thee! Heaven rest them now! Come, go we to the king; our power is ready; Our lack is nothing but our leave; Macbeth Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may: The night is long that never finds the day. Enter a Doctor of Physic and a Waiting-Gentlewoman Doctor I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive no truth in your report.
When was it she last walked? Doctor A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching! In this slumbery agitation, besides her walking and other actual performances, what, at any time, have you heard her say?
Gentlewoman That, sir, which I will not report after her. Gentlewoman Neither to you nor any one; having no witness to confirm my speech. This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close. Doctor How came she by that light? Doctor You see, her eyes are open. Gentlewoman Ay, but their sense is shut. Doctor What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands. Gentlewoman It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her hands: I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.
Doctor Hark! What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? Doctor Do you mark that? Macbeth is among the best-known of William Shakespeare's plays, and is his shortest tragedy, believed to have been written between and It is frequently performed at both amateur and professional levels, and has been adapted for opera, film, books, stage and screen.
Often regarded as archetypal, the play tells of the dangers of the lust for power and the betrayal of friends. There are many superstitions centred on the belief the play is somehow "cursed", and many actors will not mention the name of the play aloud, referring to it instead as "The Scottish play".
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