Macbeth Monologue
| Macbeth Monologue by William Shakespeare | |
| Character: | Lady Macbeth |
| Gender: | Female |
| Age (range): | ? |
| Style: | Drama |
| Length: | < 3 minutes |
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- LADY MACBETH: He has almost supped. Why have you left the chamber?
- Was the hope drunk
- Wherein you dressed yourself? Hath it slept since?
- And wakes it now to look so green and pale
- At what it did so freely? From this time
- Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
- To be the same in thine own act and valor
- As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
- Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
- And live a coward in thine own esteem,
- Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would,"
- Like the poor cat i' the adage?
- What beast was't then
- That made you break this enterprise to me?
- When you durst do it, then you were a man;
- And to be more than what you were, you would
- Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place
- Did then adhere, and yet you would make both.
- They have made themselves, and that their fitness now
- Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know
- How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me:
- I would, while it was smiling in my face,
- Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums
- And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn as you
- Have done this. If we should fail?
- Screw your courage to the sticking place
- And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep
- (Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey
- Soundly invite him), his two chamberlains
- Will I with wine and wassail so convince
- That memory, the warder of the brain,
- Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason
- A limbeck only. When in swinish sleep
- Their drenchèd natures lies as in a death,
- What cannot you and I perform upon
- Th' unguarded Duncan? what not put upon
- His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt
- Of our great quell?
- Was the hope drunk
