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Characterization of Lady Macbeth and Her Descent Into Madness


Abbi Copeland

on 17 September 2012

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Transcript of Characterization of Lady Macbeth and Her Descent Into Madness

Lady Macbeth Madness “Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness…
Art not without ambition, but without
The illness should attend it.” (I.v.16-19)
-Lady Macbeth "That I may pour my spirits in thine ear
And chastise with the valor of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the golden round” (I.v. 21-24)
-Lady Macbeth "Come you spirits...Unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood.
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my woman’s breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature’s mischief.” (I.v.42.47)
-Lady Macbeth False Face "May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
Look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue. Look like th' innocent flower,
But be the serpent under ’t." (I.v.64-68)
-Lady Macbeth "Only look up clear.
To alter favor ever is to fear.
Leave all the rest to me." (I.v.74-76)
-Lady Macbeth "Who dares receive it other,
As we shall make our griefs and clamor roar
Upon his death?" (I.vii.77-78) "Alack, I am afraid they have awaked,
And ’tis not done. Th' attempt and not the deed
Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready;
He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled
My father as he slept, I had done ’t." (II.ii.13) "These deeds must not be thought
After these ways. So, it will make us mad." (II.ii.45-46) "My hands are of your color, but I shame To wear a heart so white." (II.ii.61-63) "Naught’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 doubtful joy." (III.ii.6-9) "If he had been forgotten
It had been as a gap in our great feast
And all-thing unbecoming" (III.i.12-14) "Come on, gentle my lord,
Sleek o'er your rugged looks. Be bright and jovial
Among your guests tonight." (III.ii.28-30) Ambitious
& Commanding & Paranoia Act V, scene 1 GENTLEWOMAN
Since his majesty went into the field, I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her nightgown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon ’t, read it, afterwards seal it, and again return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleep. DOCTOR
"...what, at any time, have you heard her say?
That, sir, which I will not report after her.
(V.i.3-11) Questioning & Remorseful LADY MACBETH
"Yet here's a spot...
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 need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?—Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him."
(V.i.27,30-34) LADY MACBETH
"What, will these hands ne'er be clean?—No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that. You mar all with this starting"
"Here’s the smell of the blood still. All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, Oh, Oh!"
"Wash your hands. Put on your nightgown. Look not so pale.—I tell you yet again, Banquo’s buried; he cannot come out on ’s grave." (V.i.52-54)
"To bed, to bed. There’s knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come. Give me your hand. What’s done cannot be undone.—To bed, to bed, to bed!"(V.i.56-58) DOCTOR
Foul whisp'rings are abroad. Unnatural deeds
Do breed unnatural troubles. Infected minds
To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.
More needs she the divine than the physician.
(V.i.61-64) Death
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