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William Shakespeare (1564-1616) is considered by many to be the greatest writer in history. Everyone is instantly familiar with classics such as Romeo and Juliet, Macbeth, Hamlet, Othello and many others. In total, the “Bard of Avon” is credited with almost 40 plays, 154 sonnets and many poems.
This version of Shakespeare’s Macbeth includes a table of contents.
93 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1623
its really complicated and stupid!
why cant we be reading like Romeo and Juliet?!?!
at least that book is good!
This book shouldn't be required reading... reading plays that you don't want to read is awful.
Reading a play kinda sucks to begin with, if it was meant to be read, then it would be a novel, not a play. On top of that the teach had us students read the play aloud (on person for each character for a couple pages). None of us had read the play before. None of us wanted to read it (I made the mistake of taking the 'easy' english class for 6 years). The teacher picked students that looked like they weren't paying attention. All of this compounded to make me pretty much hate reading classics for something like 10 years (granted macbeth alone wasn't the problem).
I also hate iambic pentameter.
In my personal opinion, the play Macbeth was the worste peice ever written by Shakespeare, and this is saying quite a bit considering i also read his Romeo and Juliet. Ontop of it's already unbelievable plot, unrealistic characters and absolutly discusting set of morals, Shakespeare openly portrays Lady Macbeth as the true vilian in the play. Considering she is mearly the voice in the back round and Macbeth himself is truely committing the hideous crimes, including murder and fraud, I do not see why it is so easy to assume that Macbeth would be willing to do good instead of evil if only his wife were more possitive. I believe that this play is uterally unrealistic.
I hate this play. So much so that I can't even give you any analogies or similes as to how much I despise it.
Life ... is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
- the witches! they are the original halloween qweens. they are serving some major spooky realness. also, they went and haunted a woman just because she wouldnt share her hazelnuts. that is the exact level of petty that i aspire to be.
- lady macbeth. honestly, everything she says (especially to her husband) is so savage. she doesnt want to be a queen, she wants to be the queen. and her first scene is iconic. “unsex me.” yaaassss. ditch those bonds of femininity. be the murderous biotch we all want you to be.
- how someone born by a c-section is the key factor for determining the outcome of pretty much everything. soooo random. lol.
- that the english army thought they could hide behind tree branches and sneak up on macbeth for a surprise attack.
- the fact the macbeth believed it and actually thought it was the forest.
- “what, you egg!?” is now my go-to insult.
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing
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
On expressing one’s grief:
What, man! ne’er pull your hat upon your brows;
Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o’er-fraught heart and bids it break.
On not having enough gumption:
Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o’ the milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great;
Art not without ambition, but without
The illness should attend it.
On contemplating ambition’s worth:
Nought’s had, all’s spent,
Where our desire is got without content:
’Tis safer to be that which we destroy
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
On being past the point of no return:
All causes shall give way: I am in blood
Stepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o’er.
On the futility of life:
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.
On the finality of death:
There’s nothing serious in mortality:
All is but toys: renown and grace is dead;
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of.
"ملحوظة : المراجعة من وحي الخيال..واي تشابه بينها وبين الواقع فهو من محض الصدفة والخيال"
واتمني ان يقرأها كل الحكام...ولا يكتفوا بمجرد القراءة حتي الفصل الثاني
“La vida es una sombra que camina, un pobre actor que en escena se arrebata y contonea y nunca más se le oye. Es un cuento que cuenta un idiota, lleno de ruido y de furia, que no significa nada.”