Ársrit Torfhildar - 01.04.1989, Blaðsíða 44

Arsrit Torfhildar
Macbeth færir sjálfur þung rök gegn morðhugleiðingum
sínum:
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
Who should against his murderer shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne has faculties so meek hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off . . .
(Act one, scene VII, 1. 13-20)
Þá ber að minna á þá trú manna, að konungur hafði þegið
vald sitt frá Guði. Að myrða hann strýddi því gegn eðli eða
lögmálum náttúrunnar, sbr. t.d.: „. . . his royalty of nature“(Act
three, scene 1, 1. 49) Ennfremur skortir Macbeth styrk til að
þjóna háskalegri metnaðargirnd sinni:
1 have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself
And falls on the other
(Act one, scene VII, 1. 25-28)
Á móti fyrrgreindum skynsemisrökum færir eiginkona
Macbeths sér í nyt breyskleika hans og æsir upp
, ,karlmannsímy ndina “
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 afeared
To be the same in thine own act and valour,
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