| there’s husbandry in heaven; their candles are all out. take thee that too. a heavy summons lies like lead upon me, and yet i would not sleep. merciful powers, restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature gives way to in repose. (2.1.6-11) | Banquo to Fleancehe is suspicious. something isnt right,nature foreshadowing |
| if you shall cleave to my consent, when ’tis, it shall make honor for you. (2.1.34-35) | macbeth to banquomacbeth is figuring out who is loyal to him |
| My bosom franchised and allegiance clear, i shall be counseled. (2.1.38-39) | Banquo to macbethhe will be loyal as long as things are fine |
| is this a dagger which i see before me, the handle toward my hand? come, let me clutch thee…or art thou but a dagger of the mind, a false creation proceeding from the heat-oppresséd brain? (2.1.44-51) | macbeth to selfimagining the dagger, freaking out about murder, guilt already in his heart, only killing for lady macbeth |
| i go, and it is done. the bell invites me. hear it not, duncan, for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven or to hell. (2.1.75-77) | macbeth to selfready to do the deed. he prays it will go w/out notice, cant handle the pressure |
| that which hath made them drunk hath made me bold. what hath quenched them hath given me fire…it was the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman (2.2.1-5) | lady macbeth to selfdrugged guardsmen, fair is foul foul is fair- what made their lives suck is giving her powerthe owl is death, death has occurred |
| One cried “god bless us” and “amen” the other…i could not say “amen” when they did say “god bless us”…”i had most need of blessing, and “amen” stuck in my throat. (2.2.37-44) | macbeth to lady macbethalready feeling the guilt, so strong cant even ask for god’s blessing |
| Methought i heard a voice cry “sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep” – the innocent sleep, sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care, the death of each day’s life, sore labor’s bath, balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course, chief nourisher in life’s feast. (2.2.47-52) | macbeth to lady macbethMENTAL BREAKDOWN OVER HERE. haunted by guilt, will never have peaceful nights, he will be sleepless |
| Still it cried “Sleep no more!” to all the house. “Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more. Macbeth shall sleep no more.” (2.2.54-57) | macbeth to lady macbethhaunted by guilt, can never sleep again |
| Go get some water and wash this filthy witness from your hand. (2.2.60-61) | lady macbeth to macbethwater will clear us of this deed |
| infirm of purpose! give me the daggers. the sleeping and the dead are 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. (2.2.68-73) | lady macbeth to macbethmacbeth is stupid and cant do anything right, lady is going to frame the guardsmen |
| 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. (2.2.78-81) | macbeth to selfwater will not wash it all away |
| my hands are of your color, but i shame to wear a heart so white. (2.2.83-84) | lady macbeth to macbethnot bothered by the death, white=pure |
| a little water clears us of this deed. (2.2.86) | lady macbeth to macbethwater will cleanse us, repeated |
| wake duncan with thy knocking. i would thou couldst. (2.2.94-95) | macbeth to lady macbethhe would take it all back |
| here’s a farmer that hanged himself on th’ expectation of plenty… here’s an equivocator that could swear in both the scales against either scale, who committed treason enough for God’s sake yet could not equivocate to heaven…an English tailor come hither for stealing out of a French hose…(2.3.4-14) | porter to selffarmer hoards crops, equivocator knows what to say to get what he wants, tailor steals from people he shouldnt be stealing from, all are greedy like macbeth.foreshadowing |
| But this place is too cold for hell. (2.3.16) | porter to selfits worse than hell |
| the night has been unruly. where we lay, our chimneys were blown down…the obscure bird clamored the livelong night. some say the earth was feverous and did shake. (2.3.61-69) | Lennox to macbethnature is weird/strange. the obscure bird is the owl, referencing duncan’s death |
| O gentle lady, ’tis not for you to hear what i can speak. the repetition in a woman’s ear would murder as it fell. (2.3.96-99) | macduff to lady macbethwomanly ears cant handle deathirony because she already knows duncan is deadfair is foul- lady is evil and crazy |
| had i but died an hour before this chance, i had lived a blesséd time; for from this instant there’s nothing serious in mortality. All is but toys. renown and grace is dead. the wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees is left this vault to brag of. (2.3.107-112) | macbeth to lennox and rosshe wishes he didnt kill duncan, ironynothing left to live for since the king is dead |
| o, yet i do repent me of my fury, that i did kill them. (2.3.124-125) | macbeth to macduff(main person) malcolm, donalbain, lennox (to the room)confesses to killing the guards |
| 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. (2.3.127-130) | macbeth to macduff, malcolm, donalbain, lennox/ the roomCLEVER COVER. says: if they killed king, of course he would kill them, expresses his loyalty to duncan.loves duncan so much, reason lost, emotions took over. |
| what will you do? let’s not consort with them. to show an unfelt sorrow is an office which the false man does easy. (2.3.160-162) | Malcolm to Donalbaindoesnt trust anyone anymore |
| our separated fortune shall keep us both the safer. where we are, there’s daggers in men’s smiles. the near in blood, the nearer bloody. (2.3.163-166) | Donalbain to malcolmscared for their lives, going to leave scotland and go to ireland(donalbain) and england(malcolm) |
| ’tis unnatural, even like the deed that’s done. on Tuesday last a falcon, tow’ring in her pride of place, was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed. | old man to rossnature is strange/weird |
| and duncan’s horses…turned wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, contending ‘gainst obedience, as they would make war with mankind. (2.4.17-22) | ross to duncanhorses turn wild, nature is acting strange |
| Malcolm and Donalbain, the King’s two sons, are stol’n away and fled, which puts upon them suspicion of the deed. (2.4. 36-38) | Macduff to Ross and old manironic because they are innocent and are running away to be safe. pretty much straightforward. |
| God’s benison go with you and with those that would make good of bad and friends of foes. (2.4.55-56) | Old Man to Macduff and Rossfair is foul, foul is fairmake friends w/enemies |
Macbeth Quotes Act 2
August 29, 2019