Macbeth lady macbeth dramatic irony
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- I’ll go no more:I am afraid to think what I have done;Look on ’t again I dare not.
- Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the deadAre 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.
- What hands are here? Ha! They pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.
- My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.I hear a knocking at the south entry. Retire we to our chamber.A little water clears us of this deed.How easy is it, then! Your constancy hath left you unattended.
- A Couple Scenes Later
- Since Macbeth went to war, I have seen her rise from her bed, put on her nightgown, unlock her closet, take out some paper, write on it, read it, seal it up, and then return to bed, remaining asleep the entire time.
- It’s unnatural to be asleep and act as if you’re awake. When she is like this, besides walking and performing various activities, have you heard her say anything?
- (rubbing her hands) Come out, damned spot! Out, I command you! You are a soldier, and yet you are afraid? Why should we be scared, when no one can lay the guilt upon us? But who would have thought the old man would have had so much blood in him?
- She often does that. She looks like she’s washing her hands. I’ve seen her do that before for as long as fifteen minutes.
- What’s she doing now? Look how she rubs her hands.
- I still have the smell of blood on my hand. Wash your hands. Put on your nightgown. Don’t look so frightened. I tell you again, Banquo is buried. He cannot come out of his grave.
- This disease is beyond my medical skills. People with guilty and deranged minds will confess their secrets to their pillows as they sleep. This woman needs a priest more than a doctor. God forgive us all! Look after her. Remove anything she might hurt herself with.
- The thane of Fife had a wife. Where is she now? What, will my hands never be clean? No more of that, my lord, no more of that. You’ll ruin everything by acting startled like this.
- Good night, good doctor.
- It’s women crying, my good lord. The queen is dead, my lord.
- What’s that noise?
- Dramatic Irony:Lady Macbeth told Macbeth that a little water will wash away the blood of their crime. When in fact the blood led Lady Macbeth to her grave because she was never clean from her sins.
- She would have died later anyway. That news was bound to come someday. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. The days creep slowly along until the end of time.
- R.I.P.Lady Macbeth
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