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[ladymacbeth-project-blog]

Macbeth continues to dwell on the deed

Macbeth: I'll go no more. I am afraid to think what I have done. Look on't again I dare not.

Me: ....The sleeping and the dead are but as pictures. 'Tis the eye of childhood that dears a painted devil.....

Macbeth: ...What hands are here! Ha, they pluck out mine eye. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.

Me: My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.

[tocaesar-blog]

Decius persuaded Caesar to go to the Senate House like this.

Attacked his manly pride! ("Break up the Senate till another time, when Caesar's wife shall meet with better dreams.")

Attacked his ambition. ("If you shall send them word you will not come, their minds may change (about giving him the crown)")

Re-interpreted the dream as flatteryyy, also by appealing to his vanity.

And he also taunted him. ("Most might Caesar, let me know some cause, lest I be laughed at when I tell them so")

Nice one, Decius.

[ohladymacbeth-blog]

Duncan is dead!

Macbeth and I went through with the plan and it was a success. At first I got scared because I thought he didn't murder Duncan at the appointed time but he suddenly appeared in front of me carryinPOOOOOOOOOOOOOPY BOOGERSg bloody daggers. After the whole thing happened he started feeling so paranoid and full of regret but I had to try my best to get those thoughts out of his head. He couldn't say "Amen" or sleep, it was horrible. Everything was just getting to him and it was driving me crazy. He constantly looked at his bloody hands. He said to me, "Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red" (line 61-64), meaning that not even the ocean can wash away the blood (guilt) off of him, instead, since his guilt is so big, he'd turn the ocean red.  If we allow our conscious to take over us like that it'll kill us! I kept trying to tell him that but I couldn't get his mind off of the guilt he felt inside. Again, I started attacking his manhood. I mean I committed the same crime and my hands are as red as his, but do you see me whining and crying about it? No. Hopefully tomorrow he feels better about the whole situation.