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Examples Of Monologue On Macbeth

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So it comes to this. The English army is in the process of tearing down the ancient woods, preparing to defeat the one whom I despise the most, Macbeth. Oh Macbeth! This tyrant sits behind the walls of Dunsinane while Malcolm and his mighty force prepare to usurp him. Macbeth’s forces will be dashed against the walls of his castle, like waves against the ocean wall. Only then will Scotland be returned to order. And only the death of that accursed Macbeth will avenge my family’s deaths.
Some say I should have never paid my respect to you; after all, you are the cause of the heartbreak that haunts my every day. How could I have not seen your true intentions? How could I have been so fooled by your dishonesty? All I see now is the vicious side …show more content…

It approaches and when it recedes, nothing remains… all is gone. Did merciful heaven look on, and would not take their part? Oh sinful Macduff! It was your fault! Wherefore did I need to be away at such a critical time? Oh, I could play the woman with mine eyes and braggart with my tongue! [Heavy breathing] Nay cut the nonsense! There is time enough for breathing later, for I must speak of that no more. Just as Malcolm advised, I should make medicine of my great revenge and let anger sharpen my sword. My focus now must be on the tyrant Macbeth. After all, it was the devil of Scotland who has murdered my family!
I never thought of him to be a traitor. He was once a loyal, kind warrior who was much beloved by King Duncan and many others. His great battle against the Norwegian forces and their traitorous allies proved him a warrior. He won that battle for us. His great enterprise made us mighty. That was the Macbeth I once respected and truly honoured. He had gained respect, power, glory, high reputation… but it was not enough. Nothing was enough for that bloody tyrant Macbeth! [Heavy breathing] Yet I see it now… that Macbeth’s nature is not of a warrior. It is that of a …show more content…

People whispered that he made a deal with the devil and I cannot agree more. And it was further evident from all these new deaths in Scotland, day after day. Ever since, Macbeth became an unstable miscreant deserving of every name whispered behind his back. And Scotland bled. My beloved Scotland is in chaos!
When night falls and light is no longer there to protect our men and my family, vulnerability and suffering is exposed. Now, the time has come. Will it be justice or duty? Will we obtain what is rightfully ours? My hand finds the pommel of my sword. If Macbeth dealt with the devil, then there must be a God. Perchance this is God’s way of sending a message that I was meant to take the sword. To free Scotland from the tyrant Macbeth. To avenge the deaths of my family. My heart tells me that this is what I must do. Blood will have blood. But my voice is in my sword. I will fight, not only to avenge my family, but to heal my beloved, scarred

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