Macbeth Act 4: Quiz 3

Let us ratherHold fast the mortal sword and, like good men,Bestride our downfall’n birthdom. Each new mornNew widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrowsStrike heaven on the face, that it resoundsAs if it felt with Scotland and yelled outLike syllable of dolor. Macduff Speaking to Malcolm saying they should grab their swords and defend Scotland since every day things are getting worse.
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,Was once thought honest. You have loved him well.He hath not touched you yet. I am young, but somethingYou may deserve of him through me, and wisdomTo offer up a weak, poor, innocent lambT’ appease an angry god. MalcolmSpeaking to Macduff, saying Macbeth was once honest and was close to Macduff, who has not felt his wrath. Suggests that Macduff may be giving Macbeth him as a sacrifice.
A good and virtuous nature may recoilIn an imperial charge. But I shall crave your pardon.That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose.Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,Yet grace must still look so. MalcolmSpeaking to Macduff, begging his pardon for speaking of Macduff’s possible treachery towards Malcolm.
Be not offended.I speak not as in absolute fear of you.I think our country sinks beneath the yoke.It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gashIs added to her wounds. MalcomSpeaking to Macduff, saying he believes that the country is suffering.
Not in the legionsOf horrid hell can come a devil more damnedIn evils to top Macbeth. MacduffSaying to Malcolm that not even the absolute worse can be worse than Macbeth.
But there’s no bottom, none,In my voluptuousness. Your wives, your daughters,Your matrons, and your maids could not fill upThe cistern of my lust, and my desireAll continent impediments would o’erbearThat did oppose my will. Better MacbethThan such an one to reign. Speaking to Macduff, explaining his vice of lust (trying to test Macduff’s loyalty)
But fear not yetTo take upon you what is yours. You mayConvey your pleasures in a spacious plentyAnd yet seem cold; the time you may so hoodwink.We have willing dames enough. There cannot beThat vulture in you to devour so manyAs will to greatness dedicate themselves,Finding it so inclined. Macduff Speaking to Malcolm, saying that he can sneakily convey these pleasures and there are enough girls willing to do this for the king
In my most ill-composed affection suchA stanchless avarice that, were I king,I should cut off the nobles for their lands,Desire his jewels and this other’s house.And my more-having would be as a sauceTo make me hunger more, that I should forgeQuarrels unjust against the good and loyal,Destroying them for wealth. MalcolmSpeaking to Macduff, explaining his vice of greed (trying to test Macduff to see if he is loyal)
This avariceSticks deeper, grows with more pernicious rootThan summer-seeming lust, and it hath beenThe sword of our slain kings. Yet do not fear;Scotland hath foisons to fill up your will,Of your mere own. All these are portable,With other graces weighed. MacduffSpeaking to Malcolm, saying that this greed is worst than lust because it will not go away. But he should not fear because Scotland has many riches that will satisfy Macduff’s needs.
Nay, had I power, I shouldPour the sweet milk of concord into hell,Uproar the universal peace, confoundAll unity on earth. MalcolmSpeaking to Macduff, saying if he had the power he would take world peace and pour it down it hell and make the earth chaotic. Another MILK MOTIF!
I put myself to thy direction andUnspeak mine own detraction, here abjureThe taints and blames I laid upon myselfFor strangers to my nature. MalcolmSpeaking to Macduff saying “JK! I don’t have any of those vices!”

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