Macbeth In Transformation
Journey of a man falling from grace
Macbeth Act 2
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee./
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still./
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible/
To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but/
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,"
Quote 2: "But wherefore could not I pronounce “Amen”?
I had most need of blessing, and “Amen”
Stuck in my throat."
Quote 3: " One cried, “God bless us!” and “Amen” the other,
As they had seen me with these hangman’s hands.
List'ning their fear I could not say “Amen,”
When they did say “God bless us!”
Quote 4: "Methought I heard a voice cry, “Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep”—the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care,
The death of each day’s life, sore labor’s bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,
Chief nourisher in life’s feast."