Macbeth comic pdf download

Featuring stunning artwork, and full of action, atmosphere and intrigue from start to finish, this new treatment of The Bard's tragedy will have you on the edge of your seat. A revolution in graphic novels! Macbeth is probablythe most dramatic of Shakespeare's tragedies and thisabridged version is presented in full colour graphicnovel format. The dialogue is reduced to as few words as possiblewhile keeping the essence of the story.

Coupled withstunning artwork, this publication is a must-have foranyone wanting to understand Shakespeare quickly. Key sales points:? The full story with less dialogue for a fast-pacedread.? Full colour graphic novel format. This full colour graphic novel presents Shakespeare?

If you findthe original Shakespearean language rather cryptic thenthis is for you. Macbeth is probably the most dramaticof Shakespeare's tragedies and this version will give youa brand new and totally fulfilling view of the sheergenius of Shakespeare? Coupled withstunning artwork, you can now finally understandShakespeare?

Fully appreciate the work of Shakespeare in modernEnglish. This version is ideal for anyone who may findShakespeare? The aClassic Graphic Novel Collection ais a revolutionary new series of graphic novels which re-tells classic literature for learners of English. Designed for the classroom, this resource book contains activities and exercises to help the teaching of Macbeth.

Although it was designed to be used alongside the Macbeth graphic novels, it can be used with any version of the play. It includes a broad range of topics including: structure, listening, understanding, motivation and character as well as key words, themes and literary techniques. The exercises have been approached from a cross-curriculum perspective so that they cover not only literature and literacy, but also history, technology, drama, reading, speaking, writing and art.

The age range is 10 to 17, but of course within that span exists a broad spectrum of skill levels. Therefore, this study guide includes activities for all, providing many opportunities for differentiated teaching and for the tailoring of lessons to meet individual needs.

Examples of some of the activities are: Background. The Globe Theatre - with comprehension questions. Scene by scene synopsis Character. Macbeth - from hero to villain? Lady Macbeth - discussion points and write her diary activity. King Duncan - questions to answer from the text Language.

Metaphors and Similes. Find the missing words. Wordsearch Understanding the play. Describe what is happening, and what happens next, from a page out of the graphic novel.

Write a book review. Conduct a trial for Lady Macbeth. Write and perform a sequel. Coloring pages and many more… A CD is included that contains the pages in PDF format so that they can be used on any whiteboard or local intranet system.

This easy to use photocopiable resource is designedwith a focus on fun as well as learning. If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear Your favours nor your hate. First Witch Hail!

Second Witch Hail! Third Witch Hail! First Witch Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. Second Witch Not so happy, yet much happier. First Witch Banquo and Macbeth, all hail! Say from whence You owe this strange intelligence?

Speak, I charge you. Or have we eaten on the insane root That takes the reason prisoner? ROSS And, for an earnest of a greater honour, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor: In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!

For it is thine. The greatest is behind. Cousins, a word, I pray you. Aside Cannot be ill, cannot be good: if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth?

I am thane of Cawdor: If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature? Let us toward the king. Come, friends. The sin of my ingratitude even now Was heavy on me: thou art so far before That swiftest wing of recompense is slow To overtake thee.

Would thou hadst less deserved, That the proportion both of thanks and payment Might have been mine! Noble Banquo, That hast no less deserved, nor must be known No less to have done so, let me enfold thee And hold thee to my heart.

Sons, kinsmen, thanes, And you whose places are the nearest, know We will establish our estate upon Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter The Prince of Cumberland; which honour must Not unaccompanied invest him only, But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine On all deservers.

From hence to Inverness, And bind us further to you. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell. Enter a Messenger What is your tidings? Messenger The king comes here to-night. Messenger So please you, it is true: our thane is coming: One of my fellows had the speed of him, Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more Than would make up his message.

Exit Messenger The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty! Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Thy letters have transported me beyond This ignorant present, and I feel now The future in the instant.

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. Hautboys and torches. The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose To be his purveyor: but he rides well; And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess, We are your guest to-night. By your leave, hostess. Enter a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes and service, and pass over the stage.

And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.

Away, and mock the time with fairest show: False face must hide what the false heart doth know. Take thee that too. A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep: merciful powers, Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature Gives way to in repose!

This diamond he greets your wife withal, By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up In measureless content. Get thee to bed. 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? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. 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. The attempt and not the deed Confounds us. Didst thou not hear a noise? Did not you speak? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand.

Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: go carry them; and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. What hands are here? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas in incarnadine, Making the green one red. Knocking within I hear a knocking At the south entry: retire we to our chamber; A little water clears us of this deed: How easy is it, then!

Your constancy Hath left you unattended. Knocking within Hark! Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us, And show us to be watchers. Be not lost So poorly in your thoughts. Knocking within Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst! Knocking within.

If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key. Knocking within Knock, knock, knock! Knocking within Knock, knock! Knocking within Knock, knock; never at quiet! What are you? But this place is too cold for hell. Knocking within Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter.

Porter Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance: therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him, and it mars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.

This is the door. Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee! Ring the alarum-bell. Murder and treason! Banquo and Donalbain!

As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites, To countenance this horror! Ring the bell. What, in our house? Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself, And say it is not so. No man: The expedition my violent love Outrun the pauser, reason. Fears and scruples shake us: In the great hand of God I stand; and thence Against the undivulged pretence I fight Of treasonous malice.

ALL So all. ALL Well contented. Exeunt all but Malcolm and Donalbain. Here comes the good Macduff. ROSS Alas, the day! What good could they pretend? Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!

ROSS Farewell, father. If there come truth from them— As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine— Why, by the verities on thee made good, May they not be my oracles as well, And set me up in hope? But hush! Sennet sounded. Hie you to horse: adieu, Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you? Exit Attendant To be thus is nothing; But to be safely thus. Rather than so, come fate into the list. And champion me to the utterance!

Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers Now go to the door, and stay there till we call. Exit Attendant Was it not yesterday we spoke together? First Murderer It was, so please your highness. Do you find Your patience so predominant in your nature That you can let this go?

First Murderer We are men, my liege. MACBETH Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men; As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Shoughs, water-rugs and demi-wolves, are clept All by the name of dogs: the valued file Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle, The housekeeper, the hunter, every one According to the gift which bounteous nature Hath in him closed; whereby he does receive Particular addition.

Second Murderer I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed that I am reckless what I do to spite the world. Both Murderers True, my lord.

Second Murderer We shall, my lord, Perform what you command us. Both Murderers We are resolved, my lord. Exeunt Murderers It is concluded. Servant Ay, madam, but returns again to-night. Servant Madam, I will. But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.

Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! So, prithee, go with me. Enter three Murderers First Murderer But who did bid thee join with us? Third Murderer Macbeth. Second Murderer He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers Our offices and what we have to do To the direction just.

First Murderer Then stand with us. The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day: Now spurs the lated traveller apace To gain the timely inn; and near approaches The subject of our watch. Third Murderer Hark!

I hear horses. First Murderer His horses go about. Third Murderer Almost a mile: but he does usually, So all men do, from hence to the palace gate Make it their walk. Second Murderer A light, a light! First Murderer Let it come down. Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly! Thou mayst revenge. O slave! First Murderer Wast not the way? Second Murderer We have lost Best half of our affair. A banquet prepared.

Lords Thanks to your majesty. Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time We will require her welcome. First Murderer My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.

First Murderer Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides, With twenty trenched gashes on his head; The least a death to nature. Now, good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both!

Lords What, my good lord? ROSS Gentlemen, rise: his highness is not well. Are you a man? This is the very painting of your fear: This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said, Led you to Duncan. Shame itself! Why do you make such faces? 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. Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends, I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing To those that know me.

Give me some wine; fill full. Lords Our duties, and the pledge. Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with! Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery, hence! Pray you, sit still. You make me strange Even to the disposition that I owe, When now I think you can behold such sights, And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, When mine is blanched with fear.

ROSS What sights, my lord? At once, good night: Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once. What is the night? I will to-morrow, And betimes I will, to the weird sisters: More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, By the worst means, the worst.

My strange and self-abuse Is the initiate fear that wants hard use: We are yet but young in deed. And, which is worse, all you have done Hath been but for a wayward son, Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do, Loves for his own ends, not for you.

Who cannot want the thought how monstrous It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain To kill their gracious father? How it did grieve Macbeth! Was not that nobly done? But, peace! Lord The son of Duncan, From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth Lives in the English court, and is received Of the most pious Edward with such grace That the malevolence of fortune nothing Takes from his high respect: thither Macduff Is gone to pray the holy king, upon his aid To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward: That, by the help of these—with Him above To ratify the work—we may again Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights, Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives, Do faithful homage and receive free honours: All which we pine for now: and this report Hath so exasperate the king that he Prepares for some attempt of war.

Some holy angel Fly to the court of England and unfold His message ere he come, that a swift blessing May soon return to this our suffering country Under a hand accursed! Second Witch Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined. ALL Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. ALL Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Open, locks, Whoever knocks! ALL A deed without a name. First Witch Speak.

Second Witch Demand. ALL Come, high or low; Thyself and office deftly show! First Apparition Macbeth!

Dismiss me. Second Apparition Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn The power of man, for none of woman born Shall harm Macbeth. Third Apparition: a Child crowned, with a tree in his hand What is this That rises like the issue of a king, And wears upon his baby-brow the round And top of sovereignty? Sweet bodements! ALL Seek to know no more. Let me know. 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.