Whimsy? Most certainly M’luds’.
Always enjoy Macbeth; not too often though, it is indeed more lifelike than Hamlet; even the three witches can be found in their covens about the place. The bloodshed can be paralleled to modern times, deceit, betrayal, madness. Quite a tale; strange and wonderful, well worthy of consideration. And so, the lights dim, the curtain swirls and begins it’s rise: Act 1, scene 1 begins, the play progresses.
Act 1, scene 7 arrives:-
Macbeth: We will proceed no further in this business.
He hath honored me of late, and I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Not cast aside so soon.
Lady Macbeth: Was the hope drunk
Wherein you dressed yourself? Hath it slept since?
And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
At what it did so freely? From this time
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valor
As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem’st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem,
Letting “I dare not” wait upon “I would, ”
Like the poor cat i' th' adage?
Shakespeare understood the true nature of the world and the ambitions which drive irredeemable acts; those of betrayal, deceit, cowardice, avarice, corruption and power. He also understood the true nature those who seek, for whatever the true motive, to conceal their deeds and yet be held honourable. Smiling behind the mask at those foolish enough to honour them.
In a nook by the stable chimney, there is a very, very old bottle containing a wonderful liquid, equally as old. It is rarely troubled and slumbers quietly in it’s quiet dark place. I believe I shall awaken it, steal a small amount and sit quietly in the workshop doorway, have a last smoke and watch the sky and river; accompanied by the dogs and the evening air, redolent with the smell of fresh, clean timber for company; just for a while.
Selah.
Always enjoy Macbeth; not too often though, it is indeed more lifelike than Hamlet; even the three witches can be found in their covens about the place. The bloodshed can be paralleled to modern times, deceit, betrayal, madness. Quite a tale; strange and wonderful, well worthy of consideration. And so, the lights dim, the curtain swirls and begins it’s rise: Act 1, scene 1 begins, the play progresses.
Act 1, scene 7 arrives:-
Macbeth: We will proceed no further in this business.
He hath honored me of late, and I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Not cast aside so soon.
Lady Macbeth: Was the hope drunk
Wherein you dressed yourself? Hath it slept since?
And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
At what it did so freely? From this time
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valor
As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem’st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem,
Letting “I dare not” wait upon “I would, ”
Like the poor cat i' th' adage?
Shakespeare understood the true nature of the world and the ambitions which drive irredeemable acts; those of betrayal, deceit, cowardice, avarice, corruption and power. He also understood the true nature those who seek, for whatever the true motive, to conceal their deeds and yet be held honourable. Smiling behind the mask at those foolish enough to honour them.
In a nook by the stable chimney, there is a very, very old bottle containing a wonderful liquid, equally as old. It is rarely troubled and slumbers quietly in it’s quiet dark place. I believe I shall awaken it, steal a small amount and sit quietly in the workshop doorway, have a last smoke and watch the sky and river; accompanied by the dogs and the evening air, redolent with the smell of fresh, clean timber for company; just for a while.
Selah.