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James McArdle and Saoirse Ronan in The Tragedy of Macbeth

The Tragedy of Macbeth By William Shakespeare Directed by Yaël Farber CREATIVES By William Shakespeare Direction Yaël Farber Set Soutra Gilmour Costume Joanna Scotcher Light Tim Lutkin Sound Peter Rice Composer Tom Lane Movement Emily Terndrup Wigs, Hair and Makeup Designer Cynthia De La Rosa Casting Julia Horan CDG Children’s Casting Verity Naughton Fight Direction Kate Waters Costume Supervisor Sydney Florence Text Coach Andrea Ainsworth Assistant Director Yasmin Hafesji Assistant Set Designer Rachel Wingate Children’s Casting Assistant Nick Hockaday CAST Michael Abubakar Ross Anderson Aoife Burke Emun Elliott Diane Fletcher William Gaunt Myles Grant Akiya Henry Maureen Hibbert Reuben Joseph Gareth Kennerley Valerie Lilley Jamie-Lee Martin James McArdle Adam McNamara Henry Meredith Dereke Oladele Richard Rankin Saoirse Ronan Emet Yah Khai K-ets Yah Khai https://almeida.co.uk/whats-on/the-tr... — TRANSCRIPT: LADY MACBETH: These deeds must not be thought after these ways—so, it will make us mad. MACBETH: Methought I heard a voice cry, “Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep.” MACBETH: The innocent sleep, sleep that knits up the ravelled 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 murdered 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. 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. LADY MACBETH: My hands are of your colour, but I shame To wear a heart so white. Retire we to our chamber. A little water clears us of this deed. How easy is it, then! Your constancy hath left you unattended. More knocking. Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us And show us to be watchers. Be not lost so poorly in your thoughts. MACBETH: To know my deed, ’twere best not know myself. Wake Duncan with thy knocking. I would thou couldst. — Follow us at: Instagram -   / almeida_theatre   TikTok -   / almeidatheatre   Threads - https://threads.net/almeida_theatre X -   / almeidatheatre   Facebook -   / almeidatheatre