![]() Lady Macbeth makes a cruel joke about how the bird will have a sore throat from crying out so many times that Duncan will die. Can you make a list of the key images? If possible, try writing these out and grouping them together into topics? Is there a stronger theme of supernatural words or of violence? The ‘raven’ that Lady Macbeth refers to was often seen as an omen of death, or a witch’s familiar.What can we learn about Lady Macbeth from this speech? Ask yourself: See if you can complete the grid and finish four points which explain what this speech reveals about the character at this point in the play. Using Paapa’s strategies we’ve started to look at what the language Macbeth uses tells us about him in this Act 2 Scene 1 soliloquy. If you wrote down all the words at the end of each line, what would you think the soliloquy was about? Does that feel right?.How many sentences are there in the soliloquy? Is this more or fewer than you expected and how many of them are punctuated with question marks? Are the sentences a similar length, or are some longer? What do you think this tells us about the way Macbeth is feeling?.This soliloquy is written in verse, like a poem. If you are able to read along, you will also notice the punctuation and where each line ends. Where do they occur? Why do you think these words rhyme? Do the sounds give you a sense of his emotion or lack of it? Which ones stand out? Are there lines or parts of the speech that stand out because of how they sound?.What can we learn about Macbeth from this soliloquy? Ask yourself: I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fearĪnd take the present horror from the time With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, Pale Hecate’s off’rings, and withered murder, The curtained sleep witchcraft celebrates Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse I see thee still Īnd on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Mine eyes are made the fools o’ th’ other senses, ![]() Thou marshall’st me the way that I was going, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
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