Historically, Glamis was said to be the site of a royal hunting lodge. We took that concept to the hilt by imagining the Macbeths’ residence as a stately cabin, where the pack has gathered so that the runt can make his power play.
“This even-handed justice commends the ingredients of our poison’d chalice to our own lips.”
Lady M eggs her husband on.
“I dare do all that may become a man; who dares do more is none.”
“What cannot you and I perform upon the unguarded Duncan?”
“Screw your courage to the sticking-place, and we’ll not fail.”
“Bring forth men-children only…”
Calm before the storm.
“Come, let me clutch thee.”
“I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.”
“My husband!”
“A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.”
Macbeth shall sleep no more…
Macbeth tries to wash his hands.
“Here’s a knocking indeed!”
“Drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things.”
“It makes him, and it mars him.”
“Though he took up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast him.”
Macbeth and Lennox talk of the “rough night.”
“Murder hath broke ope the Lord’s anointed temple!”
“The repetition, in a woman’s ear, would murder as it fell.”
