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Macbeth Soliloquy Quiz.

Read the following passage from Macbeth Act two, Scene One. When you come to a blank box, click on the arrow and select the correct answers from the drop down menus. You can check your score at the end of the page.

Is this a dagger, which I see before me,
The toward my hand, Come let me clutch thee:
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal sensible
To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false ,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable,
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going,
And such an I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o' th' other senses,
Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still;
And on thy , and dudgeon, gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
It is the bloody business, which informs
Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one half-world
Nature seems dead, and dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep: witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecat's offerings: and wither'd Murther,
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the ,
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
Moves like a . Thou sure and firm-set Earth
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
And take the present from the time,
Which now suits with it. While I threat, he lives:
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.

A bell rings.

I go, and it is done: the bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell,
That thee to heaven, or to Hell.

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	Macbeth Soliloquy Quiz. Read the following passage from Macbeth Act two, Scene One. When you come to a blank box, click on the arrow and select the correct answers from the drop down menus. You can check your score at the end of the page. Is this a dagger, which I see before me, The toward my hand, Come let me clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal sensible To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false , Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable, As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going, And such an I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' th' other senses, Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still; And on thy , and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing: It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one half-world Nature seems dead, and dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep: witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecat's offerings: and wither'd Murther, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the , Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a . Thou sure and firm-set Earth Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present from the time, Which now suits with it. While I threat, he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. A bell rings. I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell, That thee to heaven, or to Hell. JavaScript page generated by MakeList (version 1.0.0) 27/2/99 © J.R.Wordsworth comments to: staffjrw@ke7.org.uk at King Edward VII Upper School, Melton Mowbray. Back to year 9 \| Back to Key Stage 3 \| Back to English Homepage