The castle was gigantic, frightening and misty. The stormy thunder rumbled in the belly of the clouds. Lady Macbeth was thinking why is he taking so long ?
Macbeth cum sin with the daggers.
He what have l done? Go and put the away the grs.
I can’t.
She takes them and spreads blood on the guards
to blame them for killing the king.
By Frankie.
Macbeth
As Lady Macbeth waited for her husband, an owl shrieked and Macbeth bashed through the door. Looking at his hands, he thought about what he had done. “This is a sorry sight,” Macbeth stuttered.
“A foolish thought to say a sorry sight,” Lady Macbeth warned, as Macbeth dropped the daggers and made a loud CLANK. His body trembled as he contemplated what he had done. Calming her husband down by stepping closer, she whispered, “Why worthy Thane, you do unbend your noble strength to think so brainsickly of thinks. Go get some water to wash this witness from your hand. Why did you bring the daggers from the place? They must lie there. Go carry the daggers and smear the grooms with blood.”
Macbeth, paced around the room, as he murmured, “I’ll go no further, and look on’t again I dare not.” As the fog drew nearer Lady Macbeth only heard rain after Macbeth finished his little speech. ”Infirm of purpose!”
Macbeth
The castle was both ghostly and ancient: it looked green and abandoned. In the moonlight, the walls were barely visible as if it was somehow disguised. The torrential rain was hammering on the hall windows. Pacing across the room, she considered her treacherous plans.
Macbeth said , “Methought I heard a voice cry, sleep no more!”
Lady Macbeth said,” Who was that thus cried? Why, worthy thane?” Macbeth felt confused and disgusted. “Why did you bring these daggers from the place?” Lady Macbeth said , muttering to herself. Lady Macbeth was annoyed at what Macbeth said. The broken warrior sobbed as his evil wife snatched the daggers and put them next to the guards.
Macbeth
The torrential rain whipped against the ancient brick walls, as the mist hugged the castle making it barely visible. A slither of moonlight appeared through the clouds as they carried on moving in the same formation. The tapping of Lady Macbeth’s long fingernails echoed down the hall. Her face, as pale as the moon, was becoming angry and impatient and her piercing eyes widened. The thunder roared as the owl screeched. Out of nowhere, Macbeth ran into the room and mumbled,
“I have done the deed.”
Beside the murderer, Lady Macbeth hissed, “No need to be ashamed, future king.”
Slithering towards her husband, Lady Macbeth turned her worried face into a smile. She whispered in his ear, “You will claim all the power like the witches said.”
Seconds later, the Thane of Cawdor showed his wife the bloody daggers, worried about what she was about to say. His wife’s pale face soon turned blood- red with pure anger. She stormed towards the candle and puffed it out stealing all the rest of Macbeth’s inner hope.
“Go put the daggers back!” the serpent exclaimed cold-heartedly.
“I will go no more,” Macbeth sobbed.
“The dead are nothing more than paintings, they will not talk to you,” said Lady Macbeth with an enraged tone.
Infirm of purpose” she yelled at the top of her voice while snatching the daggers out of Macbeth’s hand. She sprinted to the guards meanwhile ripping her dress.
The wind screamed through the trees; the mist hugged the castle like there was nothing behind. Suddenly, the rain lashed down; the thunder roared like a lion and the lighting struck. The castle stood strong against the storm. Devastated, Macbeth entered the luxury private castle room with guilt etched on his face. Staring down at his bloodstained hands, he cried.
“This is a sorry sight!”
“A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight,” hissed Lady Macbeth.
“Go get some water, and wash this filthy witness from your hands, and why did you bring though daggers back to this place?”
Macbeth replied nervously, “I’ll go no more, I’m afraid of what I’ve done I dare not.”
At that moment, the draft running through the castle caused the colossal creaky door to slam shut, blowing the dim candles out.
“Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead are silent as pictures.”
Lady Macbeth snatched the daggers out of Macbeth’s hands.
“Infirm of purpose!” shouted Lady Macbeth.
Her dress tagged along he as her black shoes echoed down the gloomy hallway.
Lady Macbeth paced around the castle. The wind whispered and whistled through the stone pillars. She picked up her hands and dragged them along the oak splintered table, as if they were dancing to a lullaby… A soot-black raven flew high above the dusty grey castle. As the raven flew the wind closely followed, behind yapping at his heels.
“I feel like my stomach is twisted into a million pieces. I have butterflies.” Lady Macbeth began to have second thoughts about her cruel desire to kill the king. She wiped a heartless tear from her emerald green eyes and pulled herself together, deciding to go ahead with her plans.
Waiting on Macbeth’s arrival, Lady Macbeth was so nervous she almost forgot to breathe. Moments later, Macbeth bundled through the large wooden door, staring down at the ruby red blood which stained the hands of guilt.
“I have done the deed, I shall go no further,” said Macbeth. The daggers dropped to the floor in seconds with a clatter! “This is a sorry sight,” cried Macbeth. Lady Macbeth rolled her face into a smile and rubbed her hands with glee. “Infirm of purpose! I shall take the daggers and smear there whole body with the witness of the crime!” raged Lady Macbeth. “Tis the eye of childhood, that is painted.”
Macbeth
The mist hid the old bricks piled on top of each other to make a towering castle. In the deep depths of the ancient building sat a room inside that room was Lady Macbeth…
Sitting in the royal green chair next to the birch table was Lady Macbeth. As the candle flickered Lady Macbeth anxiously tapped her long, sharp, blood-red nails on the splintered wood. The harsh wind blew through her silky hair.
Her husband burst through the wooden doors, with his lip trembling he finally mumbled comma “the deed has been done” he pulled out the bloody daggers and stared at the blood bath they were making
“good, now take them back to the guards and smother them with blood!” said Lady Macbeth with a disgusted look on her face.
“no! I cant methought I heard a voice cry, ‘sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep- the innocent sleep” Macbeth said horrified
“inform of purpose, give me the daggers I will do it” lady Macbeth said.
The dragons breathed fire and burnt down towns.
Their skin was scaly and shone like lighting.
The mighty beast, Razor, flew above the towns and cities.
One of the citizens yelled, “They have returned!”
Beside the Razor, many other dragons followed.
Furiously, his fire shot down like bullets.
Destroying the houses below, the fire was so boiling it felt like his skin melting.
In a matter of seconds, the beast flew off.
Would they ever kill the dragons for good?
The clouds looked down at the petrifying castle. Moonlight shone through the enormous windows, casting horrifying shadows. Rain thudded onto the castle’s roof and a bitter draught crept through the holes in the brickwork. Inside the imposing castle walls, was Lady Macbeth, pacing around in the lonely room. The elegant young lady took a seat on the chair and began to tap her long pale fingers on the ice-cold stone wall, awaiting her husband’s return. There was then a blood-curdling shriek. Then there was an immense thud on the door…
Macbeth came pounding into the bare room, trembling with fear, whilst holding two daggers in his hands, which were covered in blood.
“This is a sorry sight,” mumbled the king to be.
“A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.” hissed Lady Macbeth.
Macbeth’s hands started to shake.
“Why did you bring these daggers from the place?” complained Lady Macbeth.
“Go! Carry them and smear the grooms with blood.”
Macbeth looked up at her and told her, “I’ll go no more!”
Lady Macbeth cried, “Infirm of purpose!”
“There’s one did in ‘s sleep, and one cried murder!” stammered Macbeth.
Wandering around the room, Lady Macbeth began to grip her husband’s shaking shoulders.
“One cried God bless us! And Amen the other,” the murderer explained to his wife. Her long black hair swayed in the wind, which was coming from the window.
Outside, the trees in the distance were bending in the horrific storm. Brushing past the dazzling candle, Lady Macbeth snatched the daggers from his hands.
By: Evie
Week beginning 1.3.2021
Year 6
Hope that you are all well and that you have been able to keep busy.
I hope that your project on the Eiffel tower went well and that you have enjoyed finding out about it. Here are the answers to the questions I asked you last week so that you can tick your answers off.
TASK A Check your answers to last week’s questions.
1- Where in the world is the Eiffel Tower? Paris
2- How many meters tall is the Eiffel Tower? 300 meters
3- What year was the Eiffel tower built? 1887
4- What is the nickname of the Eiffel tower? The Iron Lady (La Dame de Fer)
5- Who is the Eiffel Tower named after? Gustave Eiffel was an architect and a civil engineer. He was born in 1832 and he died in 1923.
Bonus question: How many metal parts approximately were used to build the Eiffel Tower? There are 18000 pieces.
This week:
This week , I would like you to look into French art. A bit of fun! It is called Impressionism, a very famous painter called Monet was part of that group of artists, the impressionists. Have a look at the website and try to create a piece of art. You might even be able to save it and share it with the rest of the class when you come back. If not, try to learn as much as you can about it and enjoy exploring the Tate gallery website for children.
Here is a website to start your research:
https://www.tate.org.uk/kids/explore/what-is/impressionism
Bonne Chance! (Good luck!)
Keep safe and well.
Mrs Soal