Take thou that …

Banquo and Fleance – they exchange a few words. Just a few.  So what, let’s get to the meat of the scene – when Macbeth comes in. It’s a bit twee, anyway, all that father-son stuff. Just do it -that way we can contrast it to Macbeth, the monster, soon to appear, in just a few lines, a very few lines. Get on with it, come on.

Or.

Children and parents. Those relationships. Digging a bit deeper.

The parent teaching a child how to tell the time. The parent who’s woken the child up at midnight to play football in the back garden, because they can’t sleep themselves. The parent who’s found the child hiding under the kitchen table because of a nightmare. The child who’s woken up and come down to catch their parent smoking. The teenager creeping home after curfew.

Why do we say what we do to children? What do we want back from them? The truth. Safety. Love. Howling at the moon. Confessing to a priest-like child. Or are we teaching, explaining, casting light on the world. Are we making them safe, or exposing them.  And would it be easier if they had no face?

‘Take thou that’. That. What? A sword? A torch? A kiss? A slap? A duty to be fulfilled or a present to be enjoyed?

Lights on. Lights off. On. Off. On. Off.

What’s the difference? Words spoken into light. Words spoken into darkness. Sound is different in the dark. Sound is safety. Or danger. Do we confess in the dark?

Oh, and are we missing a night in the play? Where can we find it?