Macbeth Powerpoint

Macbeth Powerpoint

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  THE PLOT: FirstAct Macbeth saves Scotland by the invasion of Norwegians. When he came back with Banquo they met three witches. They announced three prophecies. Macbeth informs his wife about it. They start to begin a play to kill Duncan. .
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  THE PLOT: SecondAct Duncan is murdered . A servant is blamed. Macbeth becomes King of Scotland. Banquo and Macduff suspect about Macbeth.
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  THE PLOT: ThirdAct Macbeth kills Banquo. Fleance, Banquo’s son, escapes. Banquo’s ghost haunts Macbeth.
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  THE PLOT: FourthAct Witches warn Macbeth about Macduff. Macbeth kills Macduff’s son and wife. Witches tell two prophecies.
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  THE PLOT: FifthAct Lady Macbeth goes mad and dies. Malcolm gathers his army and moves to the wood. Macbeth is left alone. Macduff kills Macbeth. Malcolm becomes king of Scotland.
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  THEMES Simple plot. Complex in its psycological analysis of the mind of the criminal. No villain against the hero. Regicide: against nature. Equivocation: inversion of values, false appearance. Time.
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  CHARACTERS Macbeth, theprotagonist. The Three Witches, with supernatural powers. Banquo, Macbeth’s friend. Duncan, King of Scotland. Lady Macbeth. Malcolm,Duncan’s son. Macduff. Fleance, Banquo’s son.
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  MACBETH'S LAST MONOLOGUEMacbeth hears a cry. He is not very afraid. Macbeth deals the death of Lady Macbeth. He talks about life. Revolt against Macbeth. MACBETH. What is that noise? SEYTON. It is the cry of women, my good lord. MACBETH. I have almost forgot the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't. I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. SEYTON. The Queen, my lord, is dead. MACBETH. She should have died hereafter : there would have been a time for such a word. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow 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.
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  MADE BY ROMITTI ANDREA & RUSSO CHRISTIAN