Recovering from a medieval C-section was probably no fun. And apparently that means he wasn't "born." (Don't anyone tell Macduff's mom. I was "untimely ripped" from my mom, meaning: Macduff was delivered prematurely via Cesarean section. That's funny, says Macduff, because I wasn't. Tell thee Macduff was from his mother’s womb He says Macduff hasn't got a chance since he, Macbeth, can't be killed by anyone "of woman born."Īnd let the angel whom thou still hast served They fight, and Macbeth continues to be cocky. I bear a charmèd life, which must not yield 15 With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed. But Macduff is done talking-he's ready to fight. Macduff rushes in and calls Macbeth a "hell-hound." Macbeth talks a little trash in return, saying he's already got enough Mac-blood on his hands (from having Macduff's entire family killed). My voice is in my sword, thou bloodier villain Macbeth enters the stage alone and says he refuses to "play the Roman fool" (someone who would choose noble suicide in the face of defeat, like, ahem, Antony).īut get thee back. I have no reason to spur myself to act on my desires other than ambition, which makes people leap into action and into tragedy.On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes Pity, like an innocent newborn baby, will ride the wind like a winged angel, or on invisible horses through the air, to spread news of the horrible deed across the land, so that a flood of tears will fall from the sky.
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Besides, Duncan has been such a humble leader-so honest and free from corruption-that his virtues will make angels sing for him and cry out like trumpets against his murder. Second, I am his host, and should be closing the door to any murderer rather than trying to murder him myself. The king trusts me twice over: first, I am his kinsman and his subject. Justice, being even-handed, forces the cup we poisoned and gave to others back to our own lips. Violent acts only teach others to commit violence-and the violence of our students will come back to plague us teachers. But for such crimes there are still consequences in this world. Then, at this point, I would do it and risk the afterlife.
If the assassination of the king could be like a net-catching up all the consequences of the act within it-then the act would be the be-all and end-all of the whole affair. If this will really all be over once it’s done, then it would be best to get it over with quickly. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself And falls on th’ other.
Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off And pity, like a naked newborn babe, Striding the blast, or heaven’s cherubim, horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. He’s here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. But in these cases We still have judgment here, that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague th’ inventor: this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice To our own lips.
If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We’d jump the life to come. If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well It were done quickly.
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