"Macbeth" - Transcript

Adam Deutschmann presents
A re-telling of
William Shakespeare's greatest tragedy

Macbeth

(Beginning with: Act I, sc. III, ln. 39)

Narr: General Macbeth and General Banquo are presently walking though a forest after a victorious battle.

Macb: So foul and fair a day I have not yet seen.

Ban: Aye. Wait! Look over there! Three figures huddle around a fire, unmoving. Are they alive? They must be since they are inhabitants of the Earth. But, from the way they appear it seems as though they live not.

Macb: We'll find out soon enough. [shouts:] Hello there! Who are you? [pause] Speak, if you can.

Witch1: [starts with a whisper] All hail, Macbeth...Hail to thee,...Thane of Glamis.
Witch2: All hail, Macbeth...Hail to thee...Thane of...Cawdor[emphasis]
Witch3: All hail, Macbeth...that shalt be king hereafter.

Macb: Whoa!

Ban: My friend, you look fearful. This prophecy sounds like good news, so why should you fear it? [to witches] You...three. You tell my friend's fortune, yet you do not tell me mine. If you can indeed look into the seeds of time, and can say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then to me. I am not begging you to tell my future, I am asking you. I will not fear your reply.

Witch1: Hail!
Witch2: Hail!
Witch3: Hail!

Witch1: Thou shalt be lesser than Macbeth...and greater.
Witch2: Thou shalt not be happy...but much happier.
Witch3: Thau shalt get kings...though thou shalt be none. So, all hail Macbeth and Banquo!
Witch1: Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!

Macb: Tell me more [draws out phrase]... Wait! But of course! I know that I am the Thane of Glamis!!! But how of Cawdor?! The Thane of Cawdor still lives! How can I inherit his title? You stop us on this blasted meadow with this insane greeting. Speak! Explain yourselves! I demand it!

[witches vanish]

Ban: Where did they go?

Macb: They vanished into thin air.

Ban: Did we really see them? Or were we hallucinating? What do you think? Macbeth?

Macb: Hmm? Oh. I don't know. I was just thinking about what those...errr...whatever they were...what they said. Something to the effect of: "your children will be kings".

Ban: But you will be king.

Macb: And the Thane of Cawdor too...wasn't that what they said?

Ban: Something to that effect. [brush moves, leaves crunch] Who's there?

Ross: Ross and Angus. Is that you Banquo?

Ban: Aye. And Macbeth too.

Ross: Good! I have some news for you. The King has received word of your victory against the Norwegian army.

Ang: We were sent from the King to bring you his thanks and praise.

Ross: And for an even greater honor, he called upon me to bestow upon you, Macbeth, the title of the Thane of Cawdor. In addition, hail, most worth Thane! For the title is now yours!

Ban: Can this true?

Macb: The Thane of Cawdor still lives, I tell you! He still lives! Why do you dress me in his borrowed robes?

Ang: Aye, he still lives, though his days are numbered and he deserves to lose his life for his traitorous acts to his country. He has sided with the Norwegians. This act has ruined him.

Macb: [aside] Thane of Glamis...and now of Cawdor [to Ross and Angus--] Many thanks for bringing me this good news. And excuse us for a moment, please.

Ross: Certainly.

Macb: [aside to Banquo] Well, do you think your children shall be kings, now that I am the Thane of Cawdor? If my prophecy has been fulfilled, surely yours will too.

Ban: [aside to Macbeth] That is something I hope for.

Macb: [aside to Banquo] These supernatural events make me a little worried...and a little cautious. But if fate opens its doors and the opportunity to become king appears, I shall take it without a second thought.

Ban: (Ahem) [to Ross and Angus] This new title brings new responsibilities. It will take a little while to get used to.

Macb: Come , the night drags on...although I will always remember this meeting. [pause] Let us be off to see the King.

Ross: Yes, sir!

[start walking]

Macb: [aside to Banquo] Lets talk about these turns of events later.

Ban: [aside to Macbeth] I shall look forward to it.

Macb: [aside to Banquo] Until later, then. [to all] Come, friends.

Exeunt