The Killing of Macduff's Family in Macbeth the Death of Lady Macbeth

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Fair is foul, and foul is fair

—The witches' philosophy of life.

he unseam'd him from the nave to the chops

—The bloody Sergeant'due south description of Macbeth'south killing of the rebel Macdonwald.

What, can the devil speak truthful?

—Banquo's reaction when information technology turns out that Macbeth has been named Thane of Cawdor, every bit the witches predicted.

Aught in his life
Became him like the leaving it

—Malcolm's comment on the execution of the Thane of Cawdor, whose championship was then given to Macbeth.

Allow not light see my black and deep desires

—Afterward being honored by King Duncan, Macbeth wrestles with his desire to murder him.

               Yet do I fear thy nature;
Information technology is too full o' the milk of human being kindness
To take hold of the nearest style.

—Lady Macbeth, after receiving her husband'southward letter about the witches' prophecy, expresses her fright that he isn't bad enough.

               Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me hither,
And fill me from the crown to the toe tiptop-full
Of direst cruelty!

—Lady Macbeth, upon hearing that King Duncan is to stay the night in her castle, pumps herself upward to kill him.

               that simply this accident
Might exist the be-all and the end-all—here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We'ld jump the life to come

—Macbeth, thinking about murdering Duncan, tries to remember if at that place is a mode to evade the consequences.

               I take given suck, and know
How tender 'tis to love the baby that milks me:
I would, while it was smiling in my face up,
Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,
And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as y'all
Have done to this.

—Lady Macbeth heaps scorn on Macbeth'southward announcement that they will "proceed no farther" with the program to murder King Duncan.

But screw your backbone to the sticking-identify,
And we'll not fail.

—Lady Macbeth challenges Macbeth to commit to the programme to murder King Duncan.

               Bring along men-children just;
For thy undaunted mettle should compose
Aught only males.

—Afterwards Lady Macbeth has talked her husband into committing to the plan to murder Male monarch Duncan, Macbeth praises her manly spirit.

Is this a dagger which I run into before me,
The handle toward my hand?

—On his way to murder King Duncan, Macbeth sees the vision of the bloody dagger leading the fashion.

               Had he not resembled
My father as he slept, I had done't.

—Lady Macbeth, worried that Macbeth volition neglect to murder King Duncan, reveals a weakness while boasting of her strength.

Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more than!
Macbeth does murder slumber," the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, smashing nature'southward second course,
Primary nourisher in life's feast—

—After murdering Male monarch Duncan, Macbeth fears that he will never sleep over again.

Will all smashing Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Make clean from my manus? No, this my manus will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making the light-green one red

—Hearing a knocking at his palace gate, Macbeth fears that he tin can never wash away the testify of his guilt.

               Here lay Duncan,
His silver pare laced with his golden blood;
And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature
For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers,
Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers
Unmannerly breech'd with gore. Who could refrain,
That had a heart to dearest, and in that centre
Backbone to brand'due south love known?

—In a moment of political deceit and emotional truth, Macbeth says that the sight of the dead king's body impelled him to kill the grooms.

M hast it at present: King, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
As the weird women promised, and I fear
One thousand play'dst most foully for't

—Alone, Banquo reflects on Macbeth'southward ascension to the throne.

               Nought's had, all's spent,
Where our desire is got without content;
'Tis safer to be that which we destroy
Than by destruction dwell in hundred-to-one joy.

—Lady Macbeth finds that getting what you want doesn't bring peace.

               Come, seeling night,
Scarf up the tender heart of pitiful twenty-four hours;
And with thy bloody and invisible manus
Abolish and tear to pieces that dandy bond
Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow
Makes wing to the rooky wood:
Good things of twenty-four hour period begin to droop and drowse;
While dark's black agents to their preys do rouse

—Macbeth wishes for the coming of night and Banquo'south death.

               the times have been,
That, when the brains were out, the homo would die,
And there an cease, merely now they ascension again,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And button us from our stools: this is more foreign
Than such a murder is.

—Macbeth defends his fearful reaction to the appearance of Banquo's ghost.

Information technology volition accept claret; they say, blood volition have blood

—Subsequently Banquo's ghost has gone, Macbeth feels that his crime is pursuing him.

               I am in blood
Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more than,
Returning were equally tedious as go o'er

—After telling his married woman that he volition visit the witches again, Macbeth reflects that there is no turning back from his evil course.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Burn down burn, and cauldron bubble.

—The refrain of the witches' dirge equally they await the arrival of Macbeth.

Something wicked this way comes

—Merely before Macbeth appears to the witches, they predict his coming.

               none of woman built-in
Shall harm Macbeth.

—The second bogeyman, a "bloody Child," delivers to Macbeth a deceptive prophecy.

Macbeth shall never vanquish'd exist until
Keen Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill
Shall come up confronting him.

—The third bogeyman, "a Child crowned, with a tree in his paw," makes Macbeth believe he can never be defeated.

               from this moment
The very firstlings of my eye shall be
The firstlings of my hand

—Macbeth, upon hearing that Macduff has fled to England, determines to kill Macduff's family. He justifies himself past saying that from now on he will follow his offset impulse, because if he had followed his first impulse, Macduff would already be dead.

               All my pretty ones?
Did you say all? O hell-kite! All?
What, all my pretty chickens and their dam
At 1 fell dive?

—Macduff's astonished grief at the news that Macbeth has slaughtered his family.

But I must also feel it as a human being

—Macduff's response to Malcolm's advice to handle the news of his family unit'due south slaughter "like a man."

Out, damned spot! out, I say!—One: two: why,
then, 'tis time to do't.—Hell is murky!—Fie, my
lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What demand nosotros
fear who knows it, when none can call our power
to account?—Yet who would have thought the old
homo to have had then much claret in him?

—In the get-go speech of Lady Macbeth's sleepwalking scene, memories of the night of the murder tumble out.

I have liv'd long enough: my way of life
Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf;
And that which should accompany sometime age,
Equally award, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have; just, in their stead,
Curses, non loud but deep, mouth-accolade, breath,
Which the poor middle would fain deny, and cartel non.

—Upon hearing of the approach of ten thousand troops to congregate his castle, Macbeth voices a mixture of despair and stoicism.

Canst thou non government minister to a mind diseased,
Pluck from the retentivity a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the middle?

—When the doctor delivers the news of Lady Macbeth's status, Macbeth asks a question which applies every bit much to himself as to her.

She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a discussion.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this fiddling pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays accept lighted fools
The fashion to dusty expiry. Out, out, cursory candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more than: information technology is a tale
Told past an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

—Responding to the news of his wife'southward death, Macbeth voices a defiant despair.

               Macduff was from his female parent'due south womb
Untimely ripp'd

—Macduff tells Macbeth that he is the man non "of woman born."

               Yet I will effort the final. Earlier my trunk
I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,
And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, plenty!"

—Macbeth'south final words.

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