Keep Your Morality, Unlike Macbeth!
One of the central themes of Macbeth is how greed and desire can rule over human morality. In the beginning of the play, Macbeth is noble and honored. Lady Macbeth’s hunger for power does have an influence on his changing personality. Macbeth is persuaded by his wife, Lady Macbeth, to kill the king so that he can take over power for himself. At the start of his mental debate on whether or not he should follow through with the murder, his conscience is strong and he does not want to commit murder because it is against his beliefs. After Lady Macbeth questions his manhood, "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?”, Macbeth proceeds with the murder of King Duncan. This evil deed causes Macbeth to suffer with serious guilt which ends up leading to even more crimes. Macbeth becomes paranoid and crazy as he begins pursuing his manhood and power. He continues to have Banquo and Macduff’s family killed which shows how he has lost all of his morals. It is very apparent that the Macbeth at the beginning of the play and the Macbeth at the end of the play do not share any of the same characteristics. Macbeth’s hunger for power caused him to lose all human morality. In the end of the play, Macbeth is in a one on one with Macduff and is killed. Therefore, greed got the best of him ruling over his immorality, leading to his downfall.
Twisted Smile
"What's done, is done” -Macbeth
From Mighty to Menace
"Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts! Unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top full
Of direst cruelty; make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my woman’s breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature’s mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry "Hold, hold!” -Macbeth
That tend on mortal thoughts! Unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top full
Of direst cruelty; make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my woman’s breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature’s mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry "Hold, hold!” -Macbeth
From Guilty to Guiltless
"Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.” -Macbeth