By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
The Scottish play: supernatural malice, deceptive prophecies, political ambition, murder, guilt, madness, nihilism, and great lines galore. Not to mention witches near Halloween, and a chance to get in the mood for the film of the National Theater Live performance the next week.
I am in blood
Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
All my pretty ones?
Did you say all? O hell-kite! All?
At one fell swoop?
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.
Location and Logistics: We'll meet at the Queen Anne Branch of Seattle Public Library at 400 W. Garfield St., in the meeting room. (This event is not sponsored by the Seattle Public Library.) See here for directions : http://www.spl.org/locations/queen-anne-branch/qna-getting-to-the-branch There's street parking available. Metro bus routes 2 and 13 go there.
We can bring food into the meeting room as long as we clean up afterwards. This is a relatively short play. Allow time for distributing parts, taking an intermission and optional discussion at the end (and perhaps a chorus of Happy Birthday).
Bring a copy of the text if you have one, but if you don't, don't worry - we can share. It's not necessary to read the play before hand, but it's helpful to be familiar with the plot, both to follow the action and to understand your character better.
You can find a synopsis at this useful site if you wish, although it leaves out the emotional changes that Macbeth and his wife go through, which are some of the most interesting and powerful parts of the play: http://www.shakespeareswords.com/Play-Synopse.aspx?IdPlay=13
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?