“Stay, you imperfect speakers. Tell me more. By Sinel’s death I know I am Thane of Glamis. But how of Cawdor? The Thane of Cawdor lives A prosperous gentleman, and to be king Stands not within the prospect of belief…” (19)
This quote represents superstitions effect on human behavior, because when the witches told Macbeth the prophecies, he was amazed and believed everything they were saying. The more the witches told him the more he wanted to know more about what the witches had in store for him. Later in the play, the witches and Lady Macbeth drove Macbeth to eventually want to kill King Duncan.
“The Prince of Cumberland! That is a step On which I must fall down or else o’erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light
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He is describing this as a step on a stoop that he can either be too intimidated to not even attempt, or have full confidence and leap over it. The part of "stars, hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires" this shows that he is not proud of wanting to kill of people, so he is trying not to show them because he doesn't want people to see. This quote shows that Macbeth has always been hungry for power. Initially, Macbeth had no intention to even think about killing the king. It wasn’t until the witches told Macbeth the prophecies, that he felt as though he had to listen to them despite his …show more content…
This affects her behavior drastically because she is driven by these evil spirits. She calls on the spirits that can thicken her blood and strength, and stop the reasoning. Lady Macbeth is relying on them to help her commit murder with her husband. In doing this, she feels she needs to remove all womanly softness and care. To do this, she feels the need to remove any motherly characteristics such as her womanly breasts that hold milk. This was all prompted by the letter Lady Macbeth received.
“This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill, cannot be good. If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success Commencing in a truth? I am Thane of Cawdor. If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribs Against the use of nature? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings. My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man That function is smothered in surmise, And nothing is but what is