A hall in a palace. A banquet prepared.
Enter
Macbeth, Lady Macbeth, and Ross*
*We
decided to combine Ross,
MACBETH:
(Smiling, joyful.) You know your own
degrees; sit down. At first
And
last the hearty welcome.
LORDS: Thanks to your Majesty.
(Lords sit at the table.)
MACBETH:
Ourself will mingle with
society
And
play the humble host.
Our
hostess keeps her state, but in best time
We
will require her welcome. (Nods
toward Lady Macbeth.)
LADY
MACBETH: (Seated on her throne.) Pronounce
it for me, sir, to all our friends,
For
my heart speaks they are welcome.
(Enter
Murderer to the door.)
MACBETH:
(to the Lords.) See, they encounter
thee with their hearts' thanks.
Both
sides are even; here I'll sit i' the midst.
Be
large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure
The table round. (Approaches the door with an evil grin .Whispers to the Murderer.) There's
blood upon thy face.
MURDERER:
'Tis Banquo's then.
MACBETH:
'Tis better thee without than he within.
Is
he dispatch'd?
MURDERER:
My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.
MACBETH:
(Excited.)Thou art the best o' the
cut-throats! Yet he's good
That
did the like for Fleance. If thou didst it,
Thou
art the nonpareil.
MURDERER:
(Nervous, stuttering.) But most royal
sir,
Fleance is 'scaped.
MACBETH:
(Aside.
Takes a step forward. Furious) Then comes my fit again. I had else been perfect,
Whole
as the marble, founded as the rock,
As
broad and general as the casing air;
But
now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears.
(Turns to the Murderer.)
But Banquo's safe?
MURDERER:
(With relief. Nods head
eagerly and hastily) Ay, my good lord.
Safe in a ditch he bides,
With
twenty trenched gashes on his head,
The least a death to nature.
MACBETH:
Thanks for that.
(Aside. Takes a step forward.
Furious still.) There the grown serpent lies; the
worm that's fled
Hath
nature that in time will venom breed,
No teeth for the present.
(To the Murderer.)
Get thee gone. Tomorrow
We'll
hear ourselves again.
(Exit
Murderer.Macbeth goes toward Lady Macbeth, muttering.)
LADY
MACBETH: (To Macbeth with concern.)
My royal lord,
You
do not give the cheer. The feast is sold
That
is not often vouch'd, while 'tis amaking,
'Tis given with welcome. To feed were best at home;
From
thence the sauce to meat is ceremony;
Meeting were bare without it. (Macbeth nods his head in agreement.)
MACBETH:
(To the Lords.) Sweet remembrancer!
Now
good digestion wait on appetite,
And
health on both!
ROSS:
May't please your Highness
sit.
(The
Ghost of Banquo enters and sits in Macbeth's place.)
MACBETH:
(Macbeth faces the Lords, his backing to
the throne; he does not see the Ghost as it appears on his throne.) Here
had we now our country's honor roof'd,
Were the graced person of our Banquo
present,
Who
may I rather challenge for unkindness
Than
pity for mischance!
ROSS:
His absence, sir,
Lays
blame upon his promise. Please't your Highness
To grace us with your royal company?
MACBETH:
(Macbeth looks toward his seat,
confused.) My seat is full.
MACBETH:
Where? (Macbeth looks around, trying to
find an unoccupied seat.)
ROSS:
(Directs his hand again.) There, my
good lord. What is't that moves your Highness?
MACBETH:
(Angry.) Which of you have done this?
LORDS:
What, my good lord?
MACBETH:
(Growing anger.) Thou canst not say I
did it; never shake
Thy gory locks at me.
(There is a brief pause. Ross looks to his
left and right, nods his head as if he is agreeing with someone, and gets up.
He signals the rest of the Lords to get up also.)
ROSS:
Gentlemen, rise; his Highness is not well.
LADY
MACBETH: (Stands up and speaks with
assurance to the Lords.) 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.
(Turns to Macbeth and
whispers scornfully.) Are
you a man?
MACBETH:
(Still furious.) Ay, and a bold one,
that dare look on that
Which might appal the devil.
LADY
MACBETH: (To Macbeth, still whisper scornfully.
Macbeth at this point looks at his seat carefully. He then realizes that the
ghost of Banquo occupies his throne and he is shocked.)
O proper stuff!
This
is the very painting of your fear;
This
is the air-drawn dagger which you said
Led you to
Impostors
to true fear, would well become
A
woman's story at a winter's fire,
Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself!
Why
do you make such faces? When all's done,
You
look but on a stool.
MACBETH:
(Aloud. Speaks with disbelief.)
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. (Exit
Ghost.)
LADY
MACBETH: (To Macbeth, whispering
furiously.) What, quite unmann'd in folly?
MACBETH:
(Points to his seat.) If I stand
here, I saw him.
LADY
MACBETH: (Shaking her head.) Fie,
for shame!
MACBETH: (Speaks solemnly.) Blood
hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time,
Ere humane statute purged the gentle weal;
Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd
Too terrible for the
ear. The time has been,
That, when the brains were out, the man
would die,
And there an end; but now they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders on their
crowns,
And push us from our stools. This is more strange
Than such a murder is.
LADY
MACBETH: (Pleadingly.) My worthy
lord,
Your
noble friends do lack you.
MACBETH:
(Macbeth closes his eyes and nods in
agreement with Lady Macbeth.) I do forget.
Do
not muse at me, my most worthy friends.
I
have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
To
those that know me. Come, love and health to all;
Then
I'll sit down. Give me some wine, fill full.
I
drink to the general joy o' the whole table,
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we
miss.
Would
he were here! To all and him we thirst,
And all to all.
ROSS:
(Raises his hand to Macbeth.) Our duties and the pledge.
(Re-enter Ghost.)
MACBETH:
(Frightened, eyes widened.) Avaunt, and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee!
Thy
bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou
hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with.
LADY
MACBETH: (Nervous, tries to reassure
the Lords but fails.) Think of this, good peers,
But as a thing of custom. 'Tis no
other,
Only
it spoils the pleasure of the time.
MACBETH:
(Frightened, body shaking; stuttering.)
What man dare, I dare.
Approach
thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The
arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger;
Take
any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble. Or be alive again,
And
dare me to the desert with thy sword.
If
trembling I inhabit then, protest me
The baby of a girl. (Closes
his eyes and grabs his hair.) Hence, horrible shadow!
Unreal
mockery, hence! (Exit Ghost. Macbeth
opens his eyes and breathes with relief.)
Why,
so, being gone,
I
am a man again. Pray you sit still.
LADY
MACBETH: (Shaking her head, furious.)
You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting,
With most admired disorder.
Summary
This scene starts off at the feast with Macbeth, Lady
Macbeth and the lords. During the feast, a murderer, whom Macbeth hired to kill
Banquo comes to tell Macbeth some news. He assures
the king that Banquo has been killed, but informs him
that Fleance escaped from them. The news worries Macbeth
and brings down his mood. Lady Macbeth shows concern for him. Macbeth agrees to
be in a better mood for the sake of being a host to the guests. He later
gets angry when he sees Banquo's figure sitting in
his throne, taking it as a cruel joke someone has played. The lords
believe he is not well, but Lady Macbeth reassures them that everything is
alright, and that his reaction is due to a childhood illness. She scolds him
discretely challenging his manhood once again. Macbeth is desperately trying to
convince her that there really is something there, but then it disappears. Lady
Macbeth pleads with him to stop the act and he agrees to calm down, again for
the sake of the guests. The ghost of Banquo
enters again, but this time Macbeth is frightened and shaking. Lady Macbeth
nervously tries to assure the guests once again that its
a childhood illness that drives him to act that way. The ghost disappears, and
Macbeth finally calms down. Lady Macbeth scolds him once again for acting up
and ruining their feast.
This scene is important because it follows the scene where Macbeth decides
himself that he is going to have someone murdered to keep his power. You see
here that Macbeth had the guts to have someone killed, yet his guilt still keeps
him from enjoying his power. You can also see that people around him are
starting to notice that he is changing.
Character Analysis
Macbeth:
· Physical: There is no physical description of any of the characters, so their physical analyses are merely the way we imagine them to be. I imagine Macbeth to have short, but longer than short curly, brown hair, under a crown of course. Thick, but not bushy eyebrows, powerful black eyes with an intimidating glare. Broad shoulders, slim built figure.
·
Psychological:
In general, Macbeth is a brave warrior driven to commit many murders
because of ambition and greed. In the beginning of the play, Macbeth seems more
loyal, honest and conscientious. As the story unfolds, however, we see another
side of him. He kills or sends someone to kill anyone who is of any threat to
him. He becomes pretty cold-blooded. In this particular scene, we catch a
glimpse of the Macbeth who murdered
Lady Macbeth
· Physical: Long, straight, black hair, pale skin, big, round, dark eyes and an evil smirk. Small figure, but not small enough to look frail.
·
Psychological:
The Lady Macbeth of the opening acts is the Macbeth of the last couple of
acts. At first, she is evil and authoritative. She seemed to be "the man
of the house". It was Lady Macbeth who pushed her husband to commit his
first murder, killing
Ghost of Banquo
· Physical: It is a ghost, so it's obviously going to be a glowing, spiritual-like version of Banquo, whom I imagine to be a man of good height, not too tall though. Built figure, black choppy hair, a reassuring glare.
· Psychological: The ghost of Banquo is like the personification of Macbeth's guilt and fear. It is Banquo's ghost that hides Macbeth because Banquo is the opposite of Macbeth. The paths Banquo and Macbeth took are reversible, for they were both prophesized to ascend. However, Banquo chose not to go the way Macbeth did.
Ross
· Physical: Short, dark, straight hair, an empty look, not much too it. Tall and slim.
· Psychological: We don't know much about Ross except he's a nobleman. He is loyal to Macbeth because he is his king, and he is a loyal subject. In this act, Ross reassures Macbeth of his seat at the table, frightened that he may not be well.
Tone of the Scene
In the beginning of Act III Scene IV, the tone of the scene
is very joyful and pleasant. Macbeth has invited all the lords to dine with him
and celebrate his coming to the throne. The banquet is essentially the
Description of the
Setting
Setting: Banquet hall in the palace. The hall should be big, we should have a chandelier, it is the castle, and fine china. Dim lighting, but brighter than darker. One long table: Macbeth at the head, Lady Macbeth to his left, and the lords surrounding.
Music: In the background of the banquet, we should have a soft, melodious instrumental. When murderer walks in, the music continues, but when Macbeth gets word that Fleance has escaped, the melody goes faster, and there is a tense beat. In the presence of the ghost, the music should be a mysterious melody that only the audience and Macbeth know of, not the guests at the banquet. During Macbeth's fits, the music is faster.
Sound effects: Whenever the ghost moves, there should be a swoosh sound, when he disappears, the music slows down.
Costumes:
· Macbeth: Big, gold, jeweled crown. Long, gold capes, lined with red. Gold vest, red embroidery, black silky short pants, gold tights.
· Lady Macbeth: Silver, floor-length A-line gown. long, white cape. Tiara.
· Ghost of Banquo: projector effect.
· Ross: Short brown cape, frilly white shirt, short pants, tights. One of those little hats.
· Murderer: Mysterious, short black cape. Off-white frilly shirt, a little stained with blood. Short black pants, sandals.
Images:
· On the page after.
Credits
Paulina Robledo
· Character analysis
· Drawing of the set
· Description of the setting and costumes
· Neatness/organization/evidence of proofreading
Rowena Peralta
· List of unfamiliar words, phrases or lines
· Summary of scene and its importance
· List of “who did what”
Jose Rodriguez
· Cover page
· Paraphrase in modern English of the scene
· Neatness/organization/evidence of proofreading
Steven Weng
· Typed copy of the script with notes
· Tone of the scene
·
Assembly of the promptbook