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- 2. THE PLOT: First Act Macbeth saves Scotland by the invasion of Norwegians. When he came back with Banquo they met three witches,. They announced three prophecies. Macbeth informs his wife about it. They start to begin a play to kill Duncan .
- 3. THE PLOT: Second Act Duncan is murdered . A servant is blamed. Macbeth becomes King of Scotland Banquo and Macduff suspect about Macbeth.
- 4. THE PLOT: Third Act Macbeth kills Banquo. Fleance, Banquo’s son, escapes Banquo’s ghost haunts Macbeth
- 5. THE PLOT: Fourth Act Witches warn Macbeth about Macduff Macbeth kills Macduff’s son and wife Witches tell two prophecies
- 6. THE PLOT: Fifth Act Lady Macbeth goes mad Malcolm gathers his army and moves to the wood Macbeth is left alone Macduff kills Macbeth Malcolm becomes king of Scotland
- 7. THEMES Simple plot. Complex in its psycological analysis of the mind of the criminal. No villain against the hero. Regicide: against nature. Equivocation: inversion of values, false appearance. Time: future preordained or not inevitable?
- 8. CHARACTERS Macbeth, the protagonist; The Three Witches, with supernatural powers. Banquo, Macbeth’s friend; Duncan, King of Scotland; Lady Macbeth. Malcolm, Banquo’s son. Macduff.
- 9. MACBETH'S LAST MONOLOGUE Famous piece. Macbeth hears a cry. He is not very afraid. Macbeth deals with the death of Lady Macbeth. He talks about life. Revolt against Macbeth MACBETH.What is that noise? SEYTON. It is the cry of women, my good lord. MACBETH. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't. I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.Wherefore was that cry? SEYTON. The Queen, my lord, is dead. MACBETH. She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
- 10. MADE BY ROMITTI ANDREA & RUSSO CHRISTIAN