All my pretty ones.... all my pretty chickens and their dam, untouched innocence, destroyed without prejudice at one fell swoop. I’ve no words, no words...My betrayal, it seems, was more heinous then had I thought.
I chose the path of least resistance, the least pain. That…was my greatest betrayal. By allowing my own fear, regardless of how justified that fear might have been, to overshadow their safety was an unforgiveable transgression. I’m coward, a failure...and their death is my punishment.
Be this the whetstone of my sword. Malcolm’s words do not forfeit me: Let grief convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it.
I shall wander into that Tiger’s domain, it may result in I being devoured, but Macbeth runs blind without the reins and I not writhe upon the blade of sorrow, his reign benefits no one, not even the king himself… …show more content…
And, thus, Macbeth, when confronted with any situation, sees it through the veil of his own mortality...constantly driven by the shadow of his own death. This, regrettably, has clouded his judgment, denounced his sense of right and wrong.
Macbeth acts first, thinks later, and feels last of all...Kings rarely live long enough to see the consequences of their mistakes…And I would not dare permit such an affront