Tuesday / Thursday January 12th and 14th

Class worked through reading and viewing the end of Macbeth.

Mr. Zartler explained that the final exam would be students turning in an outline for an essay on Macbeth (the essay will be due the second week of second semester). There will also be a short test on Macbeth on the day of the final. This test will be comprehension focused and include information on classical tragedy and the Chain of Being.

On Tuesday of next week class will be devoted to developing thesis statements, and beginning work on the outline due for the final.

On Thursday the class discussed (among other things) the following quotes:

Macbeth

Some Significant Passages

Fair is foul, and foul is fair: (Act I, Scene I)

When the battle's lost and won. (Act I, Scene I)

If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me. (Act I, Scene III)

Nothing in his life

became him like the leaving it; he died

 as one that had been studied in his death

 to throw away the dearest thing he owed,

 as 't were a careless trifle. (Act I, Scene IV)

Yet do I fear thy nature;

It is too full o' the milk of human kindness."(Act I, Scene V)

Look like the innocent flower,

but be the serpent under't. (Act I, Scene V)

I dare do all that may become a man;

Who dares do more is none.(Act I, Scene VII)

I have no spur

to prick the sides of my intent, but only

vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,

and falls on the other. (Act I, Scene VII)

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?

 (Act II, Scene I)

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood

clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather

the multitudinous seas incarnadine,

making the green one red (Act II, Scene II)

What's done is done. (Act III, Scene II)

A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once
the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of
watching! (Act V, Scene I).

Out, damned spot! out, I say!--One: two: why,
then, 'tis time to do't.--Hell is murky!--Fie, my
lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we
fear who knows it, when none can call our power to
account?--Yet who would have thought the old man
to have had so much blood in him.

 (Act V, Scene I).

Here's the smell of the blood still: all the
perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little
hand. Oh, oh, oh!

 (Act V, Scene I)

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
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.

 (Act V, Scene VIII)