Monologue From Macbeth
The air was laden thick with the musky scent of the woods and the dried herbs. Macbeth stumbled towards his chamber doors. The “firm-set earth” (II.i.69) beneath his feet echoed the fear that he carried in his heart, he was desperately looking for a place to hide. Overwhelm by guilt and fear he tried to control his racing heart beat and the panting. He had an uncanny feeling that he was being watched and hence he looked around the dimly lit hall. He wanted to be sure that he wasn’t being watched. He was almost choked because of his dry throat although he did attempt to quench it by swallowing. He could feel sweat streaming down his body. Never was he so cold, he had killed hundreds of Norwegians and the Irish. But today he felt
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He was suddenly gripped by remorse and guilt, he regretted and deplored the cruel act of murdering his cousin, his King. He visualized his repeated thrusts of the daggers piercing into the old chest. His hands were still stained with the dried blood and he could smell the stench despite the musky smell of the woods. He fell on his knees and whimpered quietly, “What have I done? Hours ago, I was granted the Thane of Cawdor and gained the trust of King Duncan. I was considered his ‘kinsman’ and ‘subject’ (I.vii.13)… Perhaps if my ‘heat oppressed brain’ (II.i.51) cooled down, I would have never committed such a deed that I regret so much…” He was desperate for air now, he was drained of any blood himself, he almost dragged himself down the cold stone stairs. Every step challenged him, he leaned against the cold wall and said to himself again, “King Duncan has done no wrong in God’s eyes and has sacrificed his time and energy for others. I would never be able to be half the man King Duncan was. My conscience failed to protect me from letting my ambitions manipulate my acts. This was my wife’s fault, not mine! She called me a ‘naked newborn babe’ (I.vii.21) and dismantled my pride and manhood. I could have been a man of integrity and honesty; instead I brought the demise of my innocence. As King Duncan is in heaven, I feel like my actions have me chained to
He was suddenly gripped by remorse and guilt, he regretted and deplored the cruel act of murdering his cousin, his King. He visualized his repeated thrusts of the daggers piercing into the old chest. His hands were still stained with the dried blood and he could smell the stench despite the musky smell of the woods. He fell on his knees and whimpered quietly, “What have I done? Hours ago, I was granted the Thane of Cawdor and gained the trust of King Duncan. I was considered his ‘kinsman’ and ‘subject’ (I.vii.13)… Perhaps if my ‘heat oppressed brain’ (II.i.51) cooled down, I would have never committed such a deed that I regret so much…” He was desperate for air now, he was drained of any blood himself, he almost dragged himself down the cold stone stairs. Every step challenged him, he leaned against the cold wall and said to himself again, “King Duncan has done no wrong in God’s eyes and has sacrificed his time and energy for others. I would never be able to be half the man King Duncan was. My conscience failed to protect me from letting my ambitions manipulate my acts. This was my wife’s fault, not mine! She called me a ‘naked newborn babe’ (I.vii.21) and dismantled my pride and manhood. I could have been a man of integrity and honesty; instead I brought the demise of my innocence. As King Duncan is in heaven, I feel like my actions have me chained to