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Malcolm Monologue from Macbeth

From Macbeth by William Shakespeare

male · defiant · 1:44 min

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Macduff, this noble passion, Child of integrity, hath from my soul Wiped the black scruples, reconcil’d my thoughts To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth By many of these trains hath sought to win me Into his power, and modest wisdom plucks me From over-credulous haste: but God above Deal between thee and me! for even now I put myself to thy direction, and Unspeak mine own detraction; here abjure The taints and blames I laid upon myself, For strangers to my nature. I am yet Unknown to woman; never was forsworn; Scarcely have coveted what was mine own; At no time broke my faith; would not betray The devil to his fellow; and delight No less in truth than life: my first false speaking Was this upon myself. What I am truly, Is thine and my poor country’s to command: Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach, Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men, Already at a point, was setting forth. Now we’ll together, and the chance of goodness Be like our warranted quarrel. Why are you silent? (MACDUFF: Such welcome and unwelcome things at once ’Tis hard to reconcile. Enter a Doctor.) Well; more anon.—Comes the King forth, I pray you?

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Malcolm, the son of the slain King Duncan, grapples with his own integrity and the manipulative nature of Macbeth, as he prepares to lead an army against the tyrant.

20s · trust · honor · identity · power · redemption

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