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Macbeth told by Macbeth (humor)

Polanski movie (1971)

MALCOLM.

[...]

What you have spoke, it may be so perchance.

This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,

Was once thought honest. You have loved him well;

He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young, but something

You may deserve of him through me, and wisdom

To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb

To appease an angry god.

Act IV, Scene 3

On a balmy summer evening in August 1940, a young man gained admittance to the study of Leon Trotsky's heavily guarded house near Mexico City. He asked Trotsky to read something he had written. While Trotsky was poring over his article, the visitor removed an alpine climbing axe from his overcoat and sank it into the great thinker's skull.

The assassin, who called himself Jacson Mornard, was traveling with a forged Canadian passport and claimed to be in Mexico on business. In reality, he was a Stalinist agent who had been posing as the boyfriend of Trotsky's personal secretary in order to carry out his mission.

Source: Leon Trotsky Museum in Mexico City

War Plan For Iraq Is Ready, Say Officials

Washington Post Sunday, November 10, 2002 (Extract)

The dual nature of the U.S. war plan is designed to encourage Iraqis to revolt against Hussein. As an administration official put it in a recent interview, the plan aims to "create the conditions" under which Iraqis can do that. "I think ultimately this is more of a revolution that's going to happen, rather than something brought about by U.S. military power," he said.

Extract from: Act V, Scene 2

CAITHNESS. Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies.

    Some say he's mad; others, that lesser hate him,

    Do call it valiant fury; but, for certain,

    He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause

    Within the belt of rule.

  ANGUS. Now does he feel

    His secret murthers sticking on his hands,

    Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach;

    Those he commands move only in command,

    Nothing in love. Now does he feel his title

    Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe

Macbeth. [...]                   (Act V, Scene 3)

    Come, sir, dispatch. If thou couldst, doctor, cast

    The water of my land, find her disease

    And purge it to a sound and pristine health,

    I would applaud thee to the very echo,

    That should applaud again. Pull't off, I say.

    What rhubarb, cyme, or what purgative drug

    Would scour these English hence? Hearst thou of them?

  DOCTOR. Ay, my good lord, your royal preparation

    Makes us hear something.

  MACBETH. Bring it after me.

    I will not be afraid of death and bane

    Till Birnam Forest come to Dunsinane.

  DOCTOR. [Aside.]

    Were I from Dunsinane away and clear,

 Defect to us, America tells
Iraqi scientists

Independent, 10 November 2002 (Extract)

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