Monologue

Malcolm Monologue from Macbeth

From Macbeth by William Shakespeare

male · anguished · 1:16 min

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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 gash Is added to her wounds. I think, withal, There would be hands uplifted in my right; And here, from gracious England, have I offer Of goodly thousands: but, for all this, When I shall tread upon the tyrant’s head, Or wear it on my sword, yet my poor country Shall have more vices than it had before, More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever, By him that shall succeed. (MACDUFF: What should he be?) It is myself I mean; in whom I know All the particulars of vice so grafted That, when they shall be open’d, black Macbeth Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state Esteem him as a lamb, being compar’d With my confineless harms.

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Malcolm reflects on the state of his country under tyranny, expressing deep concern for its suffering and the consequences of future leadership.

20s · despair · power · suffering · betrayal · fate

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