Monologue: Macbeth
Lady Macbeth: Sleep dear Macbeth for you need your rest, I do not know what the lords will think of us if you do not get well soon. What I am to think if you do not overcome these demons tormenting your soul, it is as if you are fighting a battle between good and evil that only you can see. I can't help but worrying about your declining mental state and just wish to support you through this, it pains me to see you in such a way. It intrigues me why you fall to pieces here, when on the battlefield you command your army with unflinching valour. You can murder without flinching and feel no regret afterwards, the sign of a true man. Surely blood would be spilt on the battlefield, and I can not comprehend how a courageous gallant man can become distraught over a few drops of blood on his hands.
Lady Macbeth by George Cattermole.
English: Poster of Thos. W. Keene in William Shake...
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