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ACT II: Macbeth in Plain English
| Rewrite this speech in plain English to capture its essential meaning. This task is a group task. Each member of the group should contribute something. Every member of the group can edit the page to improve the final product. The task is assessed according to: Content: Originality and creativity; understanding of the play/speech demonstrated; language; English conventions: grammar, spelling; overall quaity of the final product etc Teamwork: Shared workload; co-ordination of the task; co-operation and collaboration ACT II: M.M: Can I see a dagger in front of me, The handle pointing to my hand? Come here, Let me hold you I'm not holding you, but I still see you! Aren't you real, able To be felt and seen? Or are you nothing but An imaginary dagger Created in my worn out mind? I can see you, it looks like I can touch you, You look like this real dagger that I'm drawing. You're guiding me to where i was going; C.M: This is the weapon I am going to use. It exists only by the use of my eyes, And if this sight is just my imagination, My eyes have become tools to be mocked by all other senses. But if this dagger is real, these eyes are more trustworthy than all other senses together. On my blade appear droplets of blood that were not there before. This is not real; this bloody business gives false information. Nature seems dead and nightmare abuse me as a lie in rest. A.S: Macbeth is imagining the murder being simular to a person being called to action with the same purpose that the Roman Tarquin did on his way to rape Lucratia. He is overwhelmed with thoughts of being caught out because of the unsteady earth and the silence that accompanies murder. He doesn’t want his steps to be heard by the watchmen. Macbeth fears he is all talk and he should just do what needs to be done. Exit Servant Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing: It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. A bell rings I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell. Exit | Group 2: C.M, M.M. A.T, J.M |
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