Macbeth Act 1 Scene 1 Analysis

ACT 1: SCENE 1.

The darkness of night was intruded upon by the flashes of electric blue lightning dancing across the cold Scottish night to the sound of thunder roaring over the moorlands below. The night was not settled but full of life, the thunder overhead tore through the heavens like a mighty god making war with the mortal world below. The blackness of the night was lightened for a mere moment at a time when fire danced across the sky like a naked lover fleeing from another man's bed when his lover's husband has returned in the darkness of night. The lightning dashes across the sky like a thing of beauty running before it is caught by the furious god of thunder who has given chase after him.

The air was crisp with a coldness which

Time was cruel to them, for with each passing day the three women were driven to the point of madness & they never returned. Society came to fear them, society came to shun them, society had no place for them & so they were forced into the wilderness where they would simply become known by others as the three witches. They each made themselves a home within the wilderness amongst the caves & woods nearby & they each would regularly call upon each other like upon this night. Upon this night they had gathered to meet but the storm over took them & forced them into the nearby shelter which they could find. They had decided to wait out the worse of the storm. During this time they made plans for a future

“When the hurlyburly's done,

When the battle's lost and won.”

The third witch made herself be known.

“That will be ere the set of sun.”

The first witch responded with the question.

“Where the place?”

The second witch carefully thought & answered. “Upon the heath.”

The third witch remarked.

“There to meet with Macbeth.”

With a heighten voice the first witch said.

“I come, Graymalkin!”

The second witch remarked with a lowered & refrained voice.

“Paddock calls.”

The third witch simply replied.

“Anon.”

Then with a unified voice all three witches spoke.

“Fair is foul, and foul is fair:

Hover through the fog and filthy air.”

Once the three women had made their plans they waited for the worse of the storm to pass & within the hour it had. Each one made their way back to where they came from in anticipation of their future gathering with Macbeth.

The three figures made their way into the dark night gradually fading into the darkness like creatures of the night. Parting company with each other along the way. The rain was still falling & the air was still cold but for a brief moment the gods took pity on these wretched creatures & allowed them safe passage into the