Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Act 1 Scene 5 Soliloquy

Old English:













                           The raven himself is hoarse
                     That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
                     Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
                  That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
                 And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
                     Of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood.
                  Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
                     That no compunctious visitings of nature
              Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
             The effect and it! Come to my woman’s breasts,
            And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers,
                      Wherever in your sightless substances
               You wait on nature’s mischief. Come, thick night,
                     And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
               That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
              Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark
                                To cry “Hold, hold!”
                  Great Glamis, worthy Cawdor,
                  Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter,
               Thy letters have transported me beyond
           This ignorant present, and I feel now
                The future in the instant.

Translation: The messanger has a lack of breath, that speaks of Duncan's entrance into my home. Come, you spirits that influence my lethal thoughts, make me more like the man then the women I am now and fill me  from my head to my toes with cruelty. Make my blood thick, and stop it from passing through my veins making me not feel remorseful, so that no humans of nature can stop my plan or make me keep peace between people! Come to my female breast and make poisoning substances of her milk, you murderers. You hide, unable to see you. Waiting to do your evil plan. Come, thick night, cover the world in the darkest smoke of hell, that way my knife will not see the cuts it makes, and heaven can't peep through the cover of darkness to cry "Stop!"



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