Macbeth Entry Essay

Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty! (Lady Macbeth1.5.41 - 45)

Her paranoia has come to a point where she suffered from mental illness. This issue was noticed as she was caught sleep-walking while rubbing her hands and commanding her evidence to be forgotten, saying, “Out damned spot! ... What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to accompt?” (V, I, 32, 35). Her mental illness proved her guilt knowing she cannot get the memories of her evil plan out of her head. Unlike a vile person, who would rather ignore their crimes and guilt, she kept thinking about it in a worried matter. Her mentality eventually led to sorrow. Macbeth disapproved her feelings about the misdeed as he ordered the doctor to “Pluck from the memory of rooted sorrow / Raze out the written troubles of the brain” (V, iii, 41-42). His statement about his wife’s illness insisted that she was distracted by her remorse. The paranoia she faced made her reveal her repentance and made her less ambitious for royalty. Her emotions over-brimmed her mind and diverted her behaviors negatively. These behaviors worried the doctor when he prayed, “Remove from her the means of all annoyance / And still keep eyes upon her” (V, I, 72-73). His assumption of Lady Macbeth taking her own life foreshadowed her tragic death, proving once again that her guilty conscience made her snap instead of letting her forget her evil deed. She could no longer handle the ongoing thoughts that haunted her since the crime despite her

I witnessed something my soul cannot bear. Compunction? Macduff does not have such a heart! I do not even want to begin to comprehend the tragic regicide. Of course, I only ever think; dare to speak as I am in no position to comment; now more than ever. They claim ‘the time is free’, but without Lady Macbeth’s presence, I have no purpose in the Cawdor Castle! What freedom do I now hold? Like that of an Autumn leaf, their popular colours have faded. Those that knew the Macbeth’s fathom their improper and tragic perception of happiness. Then again, who am I to assume their actions were accustomed? Innocence does not run through my veins.

“I swear they said more, something like Macbeth is a murderer raise the alarm!” Macbeth muttered, “Perhaps it was merely a hallucination...”

The play, Macbeth, Macbeth and his wife kill the king of Scotland so Macbeth can become king. As a result, of the witches since they told him about the prophecy and how he would become king. He eventually does more evil things which fills Lady Macbeth with guilt. She ends up killing herself and Macbeth ends up dying. In the play, there are numerous of themes that you can see and examples that you can find. There are five themes that we have discussed in class which are ambition, guilt, things are not what they seem, fate versus free will, and nature versus the unnatural.

the sin which has stained her hands. Macbeth, a virtuous man, allows the stain of dark desires to consume, whilst Lady Macbeth, incapable of hiding within the darkness, bears the weight of

Duncan’s cold glassy eyes stare back at me, they reflect a faded disbelief and trap my thoughts in a stupor. I wonder, am I gazing back into visions of the past? Was this a fragment of the shocked expression Duncan had worn as my husband slid cold steel unto his skin. My doubts brew in my mind like fermenting ale; it swells at the sight of Duncan’s cold lifeless body before me. His visage was one too much alike my father; this still face, despite stricken and pale, resembles him so. Oh, how that notion haunts me, as does the sight of all this blood upon the sheets. Damn this ill feeling in my belly! This immoral feeling that strips me of my good health and peace of mind. I can feel the blood drain away from my face, mirroring Duncan’s pallid complexion, though he is pale because his life stains our sheets crimson. Be still my qualms. In the entirety of things, I know this normally heinous act was just, our actions were not wrong… I must remind myself that those witches foretold Macbeth’s ascension to the throne, it was fated. We are not wrong for hastening what was already meant to be.

My heart is an aching vessel of pure sorrow. This cold, dark morn, is a dark one indeed. My poor Lady Macbeth, is gone forever, consumed by her insanity in her final days. To hell or to heaven? I cannot tell. Twenty-three years tomorrow, I would have been working for her as her gentlewoman. And now, what am I to do? I cannot continue working in this horrid castle ruled by a despicable man; this castle where my Lady took her own life. What was she thinking, in her last moments, standing here by this windowsill, looking out towards the distant woods. Even now, standing in this place makes me uneasy. I cannot bear to look down at the ground painted red with her blood.

It was clear to see that his highness was not well. From the moment he spoke to the mysterious man at the door on there was tension. I could feel the uneasy mood of the evening rising, and I suspect the other lords could too. What could the man have said that would rattle the king with such force? Whoever he was Lady Macbeth was comfortable with Macbeth speaking to him. As soon as Macbeth dismissed the man, she roped him back in like a hunter catching a wild animal. The king returned to the table to start our banquet, but looked to have a glint of worry in his eyes.

The Kruzel version of Macbeth was most compelling, because of the terrifying and eerie ghost portrayed in the movie. Macbeth orders an assassin to kill Banquo to prevent the three witches’ prediction that Banquo’s sons will be kings and while the assassin is doing the deed, Macbeth and Lady Macbeth hold a dinner for some guests. In the Kurzel version, the setting is medieval and is occurring at night. The ghost appears while Macbeth is speaking and looks forward not looking directly at Macbeth. Macbeth is portrayed as fearful of Banquo’s ghost as well as confused on how he is there. Lady Macbeth seems unphased by Macbeth screaming at the ghost she cannot see, but she begins to get mad at him as he continually shouts. The guests look as though

Macbeth was killing those who seemed to be a threat to him on gaining the thrown. This got me worried so I fled the country to England where I requested help from Malcom to return to Scotland with the English forces so that he could help me dethrone Macbeth. When I returned to Scotland I had received news that my wife and my son had been slaughtered along with those who were in the household at the time. In all of that terrible news there was little rejoice as I had heard that Lady Macbeth had ended her own life as she couldn’t handle the pressure and guilt that laid upon her. This was good news for me as that meant I now only had to deal with one person and that person being Macbeth. As I approached Macbeth he mocked me and said that he couldn’t be killed by a man who was born by a woman and after those words we proceeded to fight. As we fought I had eventually behead Macbeth and had saved those in Scotland of this so called evil king. I hope that you’re happy Macbeth with what you have done. Even though my thirst of revenge has been quenched by your death I still am left in a worse situation as you have taken everything away from me! As I leave you here today with what I have gone though in this painful time I hope you take my testimony into great consideration as I never want to hear of the name Macbeth or Lady Macbeth ever

“Go! And get out of my sight! Stay in your grave. There’s no marrow in your bones, and your blood is cold. You’re staring at me with eyes that have no power to see.” Macbeth began his shouting again, it was strange. Lady Macbeth looking concerned for the guests, she spoke, “Good friends, think of this as nothing more than a strange habit. It’s nothing else. Too bad it’s spoiling our pleasure tonight.”

The owls and crickets calling out frightened me for no other reason than that they were the only creatures making a sound. If only Macbeth had done the task fully, perhaps then I could sleep soundly. But, alas when he forget to place the blame on the foolish guards that I so easily drugged, it was left to me to finish our plan. Oh the horrors that I saw as I entered, yet I felt no remorse. Duncan lay dead, but I still finished the task swiftly. I pray my hands never again look as red as they did after I covered the sleeping guards in blood. I feel as though I could still wash my hands even though they are once again pale and white. When Duncan was discovered the next morning, my husband began to react too violently to be inconspicuous and so I mustered my remaining strength and pretended to faint at the sight. Thankfully my diversion worked well, though I will have to remember to chastise Macbeth for acting so. And now, with all the trouble being passed and Macbeth and I soon to be crowned as Scottish monarchs, I feel the pen getting heavy in my hand as I write this. So I finish with this sentiment; all hail Macbeth, he shall be king

During the scene such as the feast where Macbeth hallucinates Banquo’s body at the dinner table, he reacts and starts to freak out and the guest that were with him were watching as well. Banquo appears invisible to them. While Macbeth is having his tantrum because he sees Banquo, Lady Macbeth steps in and points out how he has visions and how the others should just ignore it. However after Macbeth finally gets to contain himself, the apparition of Banquo appears again and Macbeth restarts his outburst in front of everyone. In this scene Macbeth, Lady Macbeth are present. During this scene it is mentioned that Macbeth will go see the witches the day after to see what the future has in stored, however in the Seth Worthington movie that didn’t happen at all. Actually one of the witches came to see Macbeth naked while he

A dark aura surrounded the room; it was obvious on all the guests timid faces, but no one understood why. Continuing to discuss that His Highness's special quest, Banquo, was unable to attend, chills filled me and the hairs on my neck as if a small wind leaked into the chamber. The chills turned to solid ice as our Majesty, AGAIN, cursed and pointed at the invisible being in the chair. His words still ring inside my head, “Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves/Shall never tremble: or be alive again...” Now, however, we were all issued away by Lady Macbeth. Leaving their steaming food abandoned, Lords empty the room instantly, lacking order, and the servants and I aimed toward our wing.