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Teacher – William !
Pupil – William, who?
Teacher – William Shakespeare, Dear!
Where does it take place?
Australia, the USA, Canada, South Africa, Malta, England, Wales,
Great-Britain, Isle of Man, Scotland, Ireland.
Which town is it?
London in England.
Dublin in Ireland.
Cardiff in Wales.
Edinburgh, Inverness, Glasgow, Oban in Scotland.
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It is a period of war and great turmoil – a period of peace .
The colours used are light – darkcolours.
We can hear a dove, a swallow, a raven, a stork, a robin.
It is a sign of good omen – a bad omen or premonition .
The Ladies who are whispering at the beginning are :
Queens, Princesses,Countesses, witches.
Duncan is your neighbour, my sister, a friend, a brother,
The witches ? Macbeth ? Duncan ? Who says ?
« Hail to Thee, Macbeth ! »
« Fair is foul, foul is fair ! »
« In thunder, lightening or rain. »
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a curse – a spell – to cast a spell
suspicion -suspicious – violent – violence – selfish- selfishness
intriguing – plot – magic spell -witchcraft -witches – omen
premonition – dagger- sword -illusion- imagination -imagine
wishful thinking- broom – jealous – jealousy
friends who turn into foes- emotions and reason
The Thane of Cawdor
The daggers of his mind= les épées de son esprit
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Shakespeare’s As You Like It, 1600:
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Ay, of a snail, for though he comes slowly,
he carries his house on his head—
a better jointure, I think, than you make a woman.
Besides, he brings his destiny with him.