. Never had it come to my mind that the withces had control of my fate and everything was going to go against me. My lady had pushed me down a road i could never return from. Killing sir duncan was not my intentions, just being king and thats it. MACBETH "Prithee, peace: I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none". (1.7.3) My lady had killed herself knowing that she knew to much and couldnt keep it in. I hadnt thought about how i may end up dying or dying at all. Everything was going quite well. "MACBETH She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing". (5.5.2) I was in peace, life was beggining to become a hell hole and i was the first man to come to everyones mind and when time came i had to accept.
Wednesday, 4 February 2015
Post mortem monologue
King Duncan: Why did it happen so soon and out of no where. I had the same rights to live a life just as much as the others did. Those witches were quite clever "First Witch All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!Second Witch: All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!Third Witch :All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!"(1.3.6)THIRD APPARITION "Be lion-mettled, proud; and take no care Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are: Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be until Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill Shall come against him. Descends MACBETH That will never be Who can impress the forest, bid the tree Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements! good! Rebellion's head, rise never till the wood Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath To time and mortal custom". (4.1.1)
. Never had it come to my mind that the withces had control of my fate and everything was going to go against me. My lady had pushed me down a road i could never return from. Killing sir duncan was not my intentions, just being king and thats it. MACBETH "Prithee, peace: I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none". (1.7.3) My lady had killed herself knowing that she knew to much and couldnt keep it in. I hadnt thought about how i may end up dying or dying at all. Everything was going quite well. "MACBETH She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing". (5.5.2) I was in peace, life was beggining to become a hell hole and i was the first man to come to everyones mind and when time came i had to accept.
. Never had it come to my mind that the withces had control of my fate and everything was going to go against me. My lady had pushed me down a road i could never return from. Killing sir duncan was not my intentions, just being king and thats it. MACBETH "Prithee, peace: I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none". (1.7.3) My lady had killed herself knowing that she knew to much and couldnt keep it in. I hadnt thought about how i may end up dying or dying at all. Everything was going quite well. "MACBETH She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing". (5.5.2) I was in peace, life was beggining to become a hell hole and i was the first man to come to everyones mind and when time came i had to accept.
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