Examples Of Monologue Of Lady Macbeth
Lady Macbeth held her newly received letter in her hands. Reading it carefully as if the words themselves would run off the pages.
“The witches met me on the day of my victory in battle, and I have learned that they have supernatural knowledge. When I tried desperately to question them further, they vanished into thin air. While I stood spellbound, messengers from the king arrived and greeted me as the Thane of Cawdor, which is precisely how the weird sisters had saluted me before calling me ’the future king!' I thought I should tell you this news, my dearest partner in greatness so that you could rejoice along with me about the greatness that is promised to us. Keep it secret, and farewell.” She read to herself. Does this mean we could rule Scotland? She thought to herself. …show more content…
Her shaking hand tightened around the letter.
Her breathing was heavy, her heart was racing.
“You’re the Thane of Glamis and Cawdor, and you’re going to be king. Just like you were promised.” She smiled at the letter, Placing it carefully on the table next to her.
“But I worry about whether or not you have what it takes to seize the crown. You are too full of the milk of human kindness to strike aggressively at your first opportunity. You want to be powerful, and you don’t lack ambition, but you don’t have the mean streak that these things call for. The things you want to do, you want to do like a good man.” She scolded. She wished Macbeth was next to her so she could tell him these words herself. She was pacing around the chamber her light footsteps were growing heavier with her frustration.
“You don’t want to cheat, yet you want what doesn’t belong to you! There’s something you want, but you’re afraid to do what you need to do to get it. You want it to be done for you!” She cried throwing her arms into the air. Walking over to a window she looked out to the golden
fields.
“Hurry home so I can persuade you and talk you out of whatever’s keeping you from going after the crown. After all, fate and witchcraft both seem to want you to be king.” She whispered to the window, her frustration had died as quickly as it came. Now replaced with ambition, she had to convince Macbeth to do it.
Suddenly, a servant burst through the door. Started by the noise, she quickly twirled around to face them.
“What news do you bring?” She snapped at them.
“The king is coming here tonight,” they said quickly.
“You must be crazy to say that! Isn’t Macbeth with the king, and wouldn’t Macbeth have told me in advance so I could prepare, if the king were really coming?” She said walking angrily toward the servant, who backed up in fear.
“I’m sorry, but it’s the truth. Macbeth is coming. He sent a messenger ahead of him who arrived here so out of breath that he could barely say his message.” They explained to Lady Macbeth.
“Take good care of him. He brings great news.” She smiled dismissing them.
“So the messenger is short of breath, like a hoarse raven, as he announces Duncan’s entrance into my fortress, where he will die.” She laughed walked further into the chambers. Her long grey dress trailed behind her as she walked.
“Come, you spirits that assist murderous thoughts, make me less like a woman and more like a man, and fill me from head to toe with deadly cruelty!” She called loudly. The clouds outside drifted to cover the sun darkening the room.
“Thicken my blood and clog up my veins so I won’t feel remorse so that no human compassion can stop my evil plan or prevent me from accomplishing it!” She demanded, wearing a sharp smile “Come to my female breast and turn my mother’s milk into poisonous acid, you murdering demons, wherever you hide, invisible and waiting to do evil!”
“Come, thick night, and cover the world in the darkest smoke of hell, so that my sharp knife can’t see the wound it cuts open, and so heaven can’t peep through the darkness and cry, “No! Stop!” She cried before the chamber's door were swung open.
“The witches met me on the day of my victory in battle, and I have learned that they have supernatural knowledge. When I tried desperately to question them further, they vanished into thin air. While I stood spellbound, messengers from the king arrived and greeted me as the Thane of Cawdor, which is precisely how the weird sisters had saluted me before calling me ’the future king!' I thought I should tell you this news, my dearest partner in greatness so that you could rejoice along with me about the greatness that is promised to us. Keep it secret, and farewell.” She read to herself. Does this mean we could rule Scotland? She thought to herself. …show more content…
Her shaking hand tightened around the letter.
Her breathing was heavy, her heart was racing.
“You’re the Thane of Glamis and Cawdor, and you’re going to be king. Just like you were promised.” She smiled at the letter, Placing it carefully on the table next to her.
“But I worry about whether or not you have what it takes to seize the crown. You are too full of the milk of human kindness to strike aggressively at your first opportunity. You want to be powerful, and you don’t lack ambition, but you don’t have the mean streak that these things call for. The things you want to do, you want to do like a good man.” She scolded. She wished Macbeth was next to her so she could tell him these words herself. She was pacing around the chamber her light footsteps were growing heavier with her frustration.
“You don’t want to cheat, yet you want what doesn’t belong to you! There’s something you want, but you’re afraid to do what you need to do to get it. You want it to be done for you!” She cried throwing her arms into the air. Walking over to a window she looked out to the golden
fields.
“Hurry home so I can persuade you and talk you out of whatever’s keeping you from going after the crown. After all, fate and witchcraft both seem to want you to be king.” She whispered to the window, her frustration had died as quickly as it came. Now replaced with ambition, she had to convince Macbeth to do it.
Suddenly, a servant burst through the door. Started by the noise, she quickly twirled around to face them.
“What news do you bring?” She snapped at them.
“The king is coming here tonight,” they said quickly.
“You must be crazy to say that! Isn’t Macbeth with the king, and wouldn’t Macbeth have told me in advance so I could prepare, if the king were really coming?” She said walking angrily toward the servant, who backed up in fear.
“I’m sorry, but it’s the truth. Macbeth is coming. He sent a messenger ahead of him who arrived here so out of breath that he could barely say his message.” They explained to Lady Macbeth.
“Take good care of him. He brings great news.” She smiled dismissing them.
“So the messenger is short of breath, like a hoarse raven, as he announces Duncan’s entrance into my fortress, where he will die.” She laughed walked further into the chambers. Her long grey dress trailed behind her as she walked.
“Come, you spirits that assist murderous thoughts, make me less like a woman and more like a man, and fill me from head to toe with deadly cruelty!” She called loudly. The clouds outside drifted to cover the sun darkening the room.
“Thicken my blood and clog up my veins so I won’t feel remorse so that no human compassion can stop my evil plan or prevent me from accomplishing it!” She demanded, wearing a sharp smile “Come to my female breast and turn my mother’s milk into poisonous acid, you murdering demons, wherever you hide, invisible and waiting to do evil!”
“Come, thick night, and cover the world in the darkest smoke of hell, so that my sharp knife can’t see the wound it cuts open, and so heaven can’t peep through the darkness and cry, “No! Stop!” She cried before the chamber's door were swung open.