Nurse, where’s my daughter? Call her to come see me.
Now, I swear by the virginity I was still hanging on to when I was 12, I’ve already called that girl! Come, lamb! Come, darling! God forbid! Where’s that girl? What’s up with you girl?
Hey, who’s calling me?
Your mother.
Mother, I’m here. What would you like?
I‘ve sent people to find him and the body. How dangerous it is, that Hamlet’s running loose! Yet I can’t have him charged with the murder; the general public adores him. The masses don’t judge us objectively, but by our public image. They would only see Hamlet’s punishment and not his crime. To handle this smoothly, it must appear as if his trip had been planned for some time. Desperate situations call for desperate measures. [Enter Rosencrantz.] What’s happened now?
My bags are packed. Farewell. And sister, whenever the winds allow the mail ships to sail, let me hear from you.
Do you doubt that?
As for Hamlet and the attention he has been paying you, interpret this as casual flirtation from a young man coming into his sexual prime. It’s like the sweet smell of perfume, which provides a minute of pleasure, but nothing lasting.
You think it’s no more than that?
Oh look, Titinius, look, our own soldiers are running away! I've had to fight them. Even our flag-bearer was turning tail, so I killed the coward and took the flag from him.
Oh Cassius, Brutus gave the command too early for his troops to brake ranks and pursue the enemy. He had some success over Octavius, but he took it too eagerly. Now while his soldiers are off looting, we've been surrounded by Antony's forces.
I dreamed last night that I was feasting with Caesar, and my dream was full of unlucky omens. I don't want to leave home, but something's drawing me out.
What is your name?
Where are you going?
Where do you live?
'Caesar, beware of Brutus. Be careful of Cassius. Don't go near Casca. Look out for Cinna. Don't trust Trebonius. Watch out for Metellus Cimber. Decius Brutus is not a friend to you. You have wronged Caius Ligarius. All these men are of one mind, and it is turned against you. If you're not immortal, watch out. Overconfidence leads the way to conspiracy. May the mighty gods defend you!
With love,
Artemidorus'
Good evening, Casca. Did you bring Caesar home? Why are you out of breath, and why are you staring like that?
Good evening, Casca. Did you bring Caesar home? Why are you out of breath, and why are you staring like that?
Don’t bring me any more reports. Let all my men run away. Until Birnam Wood comes to the castle, I don’t have anything to be afraid of. Who cares about Malcolm? Didn’t a woman give birth to him? The spirits who know the future told me this: “Don’t be afraid, Macbeth. No man who was born from a woman shall ever be able to defeat you.” So run away, you disloyal lords, run away to the effiminate Englishmen! My mind and heart are forever free from doubt and fear.
Let’s go find some quiet shady place, and cry till our hearts are empty.
No, let’s instead grab our swords, and stand like good men to defend our fallen kingdom! Every morning, more widows and orphans howl with grief. These cries hit Heaven in the face and echo as though the sky itself grieved for Scotland.
