Thursday, January 20, 2011
The Raven's Croack
I must think of a plan to get my love the crown. The only thing stopping him now is King Duncan and his offspring. I must not let compassion and my own womanly sensitiveness interfere with what must be done to attain the crown. Nothing will get in my way of my dearest partner of greatness’ ambitions. I know Macbeth will feel guilty, cowardly and indecisive so I have to be there to encourage him along the way. 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: 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 them. When my thane of Cawdor returns to Inverness with his attendants who are staying the night (Banquo, Lennox, Macduff, Ross, Angus, Ducan, Donalbain and Malcom) Duncan will not live to see another morning. “The raven himself is hoarse that croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan under my battlements.” The raven is a symbol representing death and its usually harsh croak is even worse in the castle of Inverness for what is planned for Duncan. When Duncan is sleeping in his chamber tonight I will get his guards drunk while Macbeth kills him and then put the blood from the dagger onto the guards to frame them. Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under’t.
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