Sleep & Madness Flashcards
Macbeth’s torment
O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife
L.M. criticising Macbeth’s delusions
This is the very painting of your fear: / This is the air-drawn dagger which you said / Led you to Duncan. O’ these flaws and starts, / Impostors to true fear, would well become / A woman’s story at a winter’s fire
Macbeth realising what he has done
For Banquo’s issue have I fil’d my mind; / For them, the gracious Duncan have I murdered, / Put rancours in the vessel of my peace / Only for them, and mine eternal jewel / Goven to the common enemy of man
Macbeth’s subjects’ opinion of him
Some say he’s mad; other who lesser hate him / Do call it valiant fury
Macbeth’s subjects’ making fun of him
Who then shall blame / His perter’d senses to recoil and start / When all that is within does condemn / Itself for being there
Banquo feeling guilty about his thoughts
A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, / And yet I would not sleep; merciful powers, / Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature / Gives way to in repose
Macbeth’s paranoia after killing Duncan
Methought I heard a voice cry, ‘Sleep no more: / Macbeth does murder sleep,’ the innocent sleep, / Sleep that knits up the ravell’d sleeve of care, / The death of each day’s life, sore labour’s bath, / Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course, / Chief nourisher in life’s feast
Macbeth not wanting to live in regret
Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep / In the affliction of these terrible dreams / That shake us nightly
Going against nature interrupts sleep
Unnatural deeds / Do breed unnatural troubles; infected minds / To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. / More needs she the divine than the physician