Saturday, July 18, 2015

In Act II scene 2 of Macbeth to which lines can we apply the following emotions?Feeling, bold, mocking, paranoia, fear

Feeling


Macbeth expresses
several feelings through this passage. The first feeling is
guilt:


But wherefore could not I pronounce
'Amen'? 
I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' 
Stuck in my
throat. (Act 2, Scene 2, Lines 42-44)


Macbeth feels guilty
about the killings, which is why as his victims are praying, he cannot pray with them.
He also feels guilt over asking for prayers after commiting such a heinous
crime.


The next feeling is of
paranoia:


Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no
more! 
Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep, (Act 2, Scene 2, Lines
47,48)


Macbeth is convinced that the dead are telling
everyone of what he did. Because he murdered Duncan while he was sleeping and now feels
guilt over it and now cannot sleep himself, he has literally murdered sleep, and the
lack of sleep is feeding his paranoia.


Impatient, Bold,
Mocking and Bossy


These are all traits of Lady MacBeth. She
is impatient with Macbeth for bringing the daggers with him instead of planting them in
Duncan's chamber to frame the guards, and them even more so when Macbeth refuses to
return to the chamber to plant them.


Infirm of
purpose! 
Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead 
Are but as
pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood 
That fears a painted devil. If he do
bleed, 
I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal; 
For it must seem
their guilt. 
(Act 2, Scene 2, Lines 70-75)


She
is bold because she takes the daggers and completes the plan herself. ("My hands are of
your colour; but I shame 
To wear a heart so white.") She mocks Macbeth for
his feelings of guilt and she's bossy by basically telling Macbeth that he should "get
over it" and enjoy his new power as the ruler ("These deeds must not be
thought 
After these ways; so, it will make us mad").

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