Teach Secondary - Issue 14.6

teachwire.net/secondary Super-readable Shakespeare from Support study of the Bard with NEW unabridged editions from the experts in accessibility Sleep that knits up the ravell’d sleeve of care, The death of each day’s life, sore labour’s bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course, Chief nourisher in life’s feast. LADY MACBETH What do you mean? MACBETH Still it cried ‘Sleep no more’ to all the house; ‘Glamis hath murder’d sleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more – Macbeth shall sleep no more.’ LADY MACBETH Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy Thane, You do unbend your noble strength to think So brainsickly of things. Go get some water And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there. Go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. MACBETH I’ll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done; Look on’t again I dare not. LADY MACBETH Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; ’tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I’ll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. [Exit LADY MACBETH. Knocking within.] MACBETH Whence is that knocking? How is’t with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? Ha! They pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red. 52 | ACT 2 SCENE 2 ACT 2 SCENE 2 | 53 Find out more at www.barringtonstoke.co.uk Large super- readable print Thick tinted paper Beautiful package appealing to all students  Spacious accessible layouts  INCLUSIVE WHOLE-CLASS TEXTS 9780008750329 £8.99 9780008750336 £8.99