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Do You Believe In Magic?

Frank McGuinness
First Witch: When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain? Second Witch: When the hurly-burly’s done, When the battle’s lost and won. Third Witch: That will be ere the set of sun. First Witch:Where the place? Second Witch: Upon the heath. Third Witch: There to meet with Macbeth. First Witch: I come, Grey-Malkin. Second Witch: Padock calls! Third Witch: Anon! All: Fair is foul, and foul is fair. Hover through the fog and filthy air. Exeunt From its opening, Macbeth confronts its audience with an enormous question. Do you believe in magic? Do you have faith in black magic? Do you believe in witches and witchcraft? This is a play that sets itself in motion as a spell. It creates a world that is out to agitate and antagonise, unsettle and disturb. This is a universe where the abnormal is the norm, the paranormal making a parallel system of beliefs to the believable. It is instantaneously an attack upon the rational minds of its observers. The play Macbeth is a theatre out to rewrite all rules of dramatic engagement. It does not lull us into a series of shocks. Rather it erupts – it demands attention – it repels – it is from the outset a play of extremes, and its politics reflect that extremism. Nothing is certain in this play, not even the most accepted of divisions. All is in turmoil – in chaos – in savage conflict. The play begins with an enormous blast on a desolate space – an open space – an arena of thunder and lightning. And in this void, this emptiness, anything can happen. Any words can be spoken. Any manifestation – diabolical, divine – can take shape. All is translated into the medium of theatre itself. For this reason the witches are women of pure imagination just as they are men of entire contradiction. These masculine females, these woman-shaped men lay claim to be controllers of this destiny. Theirs is the sole power to determine fate. They dictate the laws of the land that is this play. They decide the history of its population. They create the geography of its perilous terrain. And one great irony, one terrifying truth defines the anarchy, the absolute essence of their and this world’s existence. “Fair is foul, and foul is fair.” That is a maxim that will reverberate through every incident of Macbeth. Its…



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