Act 2: 10,11,12 questions
List some of the strange occurrences that Lennox reports.
The night has been unruly. Where we lay,
Our chimneys were blown down and, as they say,
Lamentings heard i' th' air, strange screams of death,
And prophesying with accents terrible
Of dire combustion and confused events
New hatched to the woeful time. The obscure bird
Clamored the livelong night. Some say the Earth
Was feverous and did shake.
The night has been chaotic. The wind blew down through the chimneys where we were sleeping. People are saying they heard cries of grief in the air, strange screams of death, and terrible voices predicting catastrophes that will usher in a woeful new age. The owl made noise all night. Some people say that the earth shook as if it had a fever.
Who discovers the murder? Who is accused and by whom?
O horror, horror, horror!
Tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee!
Oh, horror, horror, horror! This is beyond words and beyond belief!
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
The Lord’s anointed temple, and stole thence
The life o' th' building!
The worst thing imaginable has happened. A murderer has broken into God’s temple and stolen the life out of it.
Who is accused?
Those of his chamber, as it seemed, had done ’t.
Their hands and faces were all badged with blood.
So were their daggers, which unwiped we found
Upon their pillows. They stared, and were distracted.
No man’s life was to be trusted with them.
It seems that the guards who were supposed to be protecting his chamber did it. Their hands and faces were all covered with blood. So were their daggers, which we found on their pillows, unwiped. They stared at us in confusion. No one’s life should have been entrusted to them.
Report Macbeth’s excuse for killing the guards. Was that part of the original plan?
Who can be wise, amazed, temp'rate, and furious,
Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.
Th' expedition of my violent love
Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan,
His silver skin laced with his golden blood,
And his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature
For ruin’s wasteful entrance; there, the murderers,
Steeped in the colors of their trade, their daggers
Unmannerly breeched with gore. Who could refrain,
That had a heart to love, and in that heart
Courage to make ’s love known?
Is it possible to be wise, bewildered, calm, furious, loyal, and
neutral all at once? Nobody can do that. The violent rage inspired
by my love for Duncan caused me to act before I could think
rationally and tell myself to pause. There was Duncan, his white
skin all splattered with his precious blood. The gashes where the
knives had cut him looked like wounds to nature itself. Then right
next to him I saw the murderers, dripping with blood, their daggers
rudely covered in gore. Who could have restrained himself, who loved
Duncan and had the courage to act on it?