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How does Macbeth's emotions evolve? Support the feeling chosen with quotes from the text. Rearrange the pins if you think the time line is not in order.

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Macbeth starts off boastful and overconfident, proudly saying that he has nothing to fear from the Scottish army or from Malcolm, falsely lulled to a sense of security and tricked into lowering his guard after listening to the deceptive words of the Witches. He doesn't care that no Thanes fight alongside him, and he lets all of his confidence rest on the witches prophecy. Because he thinks Macduff was born from a woman, he has no fear.
- "I cannot taint with fear"
- "No man that's born of women / Shall e'er have power upon thee"
- "The mind I sway by and the heart I bear / Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear"
- "I will not be afraid of death and bane / Till Burnam forest come to Dunsinane"

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Macbeth is not afriad of the attack because of the Witches telling him he will not be killed "Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane" and that he will not be killed by anyone "born of [a woman]". He is unfazed as his situation becomes more and more bleak, as his followers start abandoning him and his troops are only fighting because they are "[commanded]" to do so, not because of "love".

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Bring me no more reports; let them fly all:
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
I cannot 🤬 with fear. What's the boy Malcolm?
Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know
All mortal consequences have pronounced me thus:
'Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman
Shall e'er have power upon thee.' Then fly,
false thanes,
And mingle with the English epicures:
The mind I sway by and the heart I bear
Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.

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Boastful

Edit:
- Frustrated and irritated ("Bring me no more reports") His rationale for not caring is because of the apparitions
- Changes to third person to reassure/console himself ("Fear not Macbeth") because the odds are not in his favour
- Confident
- Disturbed, but tries hard to maintain control of the situation emotionally and physically

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Confident

unfazed/unworried

He starts off frustrated “~i dont wanna hear that anym”. “Let them fly all”, he doesn’t seem to want to care about the flurry of reports he receives. He is becomes confident because of the apparitions’ assurances.

Frustration
-Origin: the reports, and the fact that the odds are not in his favour.
-He seems to also be rather disturbed, but tries to maintain control of himself emotionally

Confidence
-Origin: Apparitions’ prophecies
-However, are the reassurances really valid? no, but we(and macbeth) don’t know that yet

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Optimistic

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Self-assured

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Servant informs Macbeth of approaching ten thousand English army. 

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Servant informs Macbeth of approaching ten thousand English army. 

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The 🤬 🤬 thee black, thou cream-faced loon!
Where got'st thou that goose look?
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Go 🤬 thy face, and over-red thy fear,
Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch?
Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine
Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?

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Unstable/Unpredictable/Explosive

“Cream-faced” suggests that the guy is in fear.
“lily livered”
“Goose look” —>goosebumps
“linen cheeks”—> delicate boy
(do these insults remind of LMB?)
white~cowardice
-Tone: Aggressive, harsh, insulting, condescending
-Emotion: anger, fury
-?Craft: References to cowardice

the guy “looks 🤬 scared”, this affirms that the odds are not in his favour. this panic and fear is not good for macbeth’s mental stability.

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Explosive because shaken?

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Hateful

Frustrated

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Seyton's entrance upon request to verify messenger's claims.

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Seyton's entrance upon request to verify messenger's claims.

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Seyton!--I am sick at heart,
When I behold--Seyton, I say!--This push
Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now.
I have lived long enough: my way of life
Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf;
And that which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. Seyton!
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I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.
Give me my armour.

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Determined

Edit:
- Seyton = Satan???
- Dashes; he is interrupting himself, his thoughts are not incoherent -> MB is frazzled

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Resolute

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lonely, sad (seems to be from how he is contemplating life). However, the emo never stays, only the grind😎 “I’ll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack’d”. He is recharged with vigor/determination

Seyton is the only one left behind and the only one he can trust. Seyton—> satan?

his thoughts are not coherent, he is very frazzled. “seyton!” “seyton, i say!” keeps interrupting himself.

“yellow leaf” Macbeth knows that this battle, if lost, will bring the end of his life.

the resentment of his people is great, but fearful. “Curses…Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not”

Tragic Hero: knowing he’s going to lose, but he’ll fight to the last breath

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Worried

Anxious

Depressed

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As the Doctor claims Lady Macbeth cannot be cured. 

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As the Doctor claims Lady Macbeth cannot be cured. 

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Cure her of that.
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?

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Distressed and agitated

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Desperate

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Macbeth is struck by Lady Macbeth´s tragic death, diverting from his confident rant to a sad soliloquy. This will be the start of a string of terrible events that happen to Macbeth, eventually concluding with his death. This, is also the marker of a change of fate for the Macbeths, where they finally start to see the conequences of their actions

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Extremely desperate

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Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.
Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff.
Seyton, send out. Doctor, the thanes fly from me.
Come, sir, dispatch. If thou couldst, doctor, cast
The water of my land, find her disease,
And purge it to a sound and pristine health,
I would applaud thee to the very echo,
That should applaud again.--Pull't off, I say.--
What rhubarb, cyme, or what purgative drug,
Would scour these English hence? Hear'st thou of them?

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resolute

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Confident

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Bring it after me.
I will not be afraid of death and bane,

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Unsure

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Overzealous, overconfident

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Reckless

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How does Macbeth's emotions evolve? Support the feeling chosen with quotes from the text. Rearrange the pins if you think the time line is not in order.

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Macbeth begins boastful and confident that his castle will not fall to the attack, defiant in his belief that he can withstand the enemy's siege. However, his confidence begins to crumble when Seyton enters and informs him of his wife's death. Now depressed and resigned, he states that he will fight to the death. Distrust creeps into his mind regarding the prophecies which once gave him hope and defiance. Hence he becomes recklessly defiant, not caring what happens to him.
- "Our castle's strength / Will laugh a siege to scorn"
- "Here let them lie / Till famine and the ague eat them up"
Becomes
- "[Life] is a tale / Told my an idiot, full of sound and fury, / Signifying nothing"
Becomes
- "I pull in resolution, and begin / To doubt th' equivocation of the fiend, / That lies like truth"
- "Ring the alarum bell! Blow wind! come wrack! / At least we'll die with harness on our back"

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Macbeth starts to doubt his chances after he is informed of Lady Macbeth's death. Her death makes him depressed and question the meaningless of life. He seems to be almost accepting his fate, planning to fight his hardest even if it means he will die in the end. "I will not be afraid of death and bane". He seems to lose his former confidence after knowing that Lady Macbeth is dead.

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Scream of Lady Macbeth's ladies in waiting.

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Scream of Lady Macbeth's ladies in waiting.

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Hang out our banners on the outward walls;
The cry is still 'They come:' our castle's strength
Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie
Till famine and the ague eat them up:
Were they not forced with those that should be ours,
We might have met them dareful, beard to beard,
And beat them backward home.

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Confident of his ability to win the battle

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I have almost forgot the taste of fears;
The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors;
Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts

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Fearful

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"I have almost forgot the taste of fears"
- Macbeth is a man who has murdered many people and is numb and desensitised to such horrors.
"I have supped full with horrors:/ Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts,/ Cannot once start me"
- Macbeth has dealt with death and cruelty so often that he is used to it, even treating it as a friendly comfort

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Resigned, hopeless

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Sad

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Resigned

Wishes she had died after the battle
This is as to have time to mourn her

As time passes, Macbeth is slowly reaching his death

Repetition of "to-morrow" suggests monotonous routine till death

The flickering "candle" is brief suggesting that life could be ended anytime

Theatre imagery "poor player" "struts and frets his hour upon the stage" An act that ultimately comes to an end. Everything is temporal and comes to an end. Hence, feels insignificant

"[life] is a tale" refers to meaningless life
"Told by an idiot," suggests everything is pretty foolish
"full of sound and fury" refers to his evil deeds

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She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

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Dispondent

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Depressed

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Resigned

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News that Birnam Wood has moved to Dunsinane.

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News that Birnam Wood has moved to Dunsinane.

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Liar and slave!
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If thou speak'st false,
Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive,
Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth,
I care not if thou dost for me as much.
I pull in resolution, and begin
To doubt the equivocation of the fiend
That lies like truth: 'Fear not, till Birnam wood
Do come to Dunsinane:' and now a wood
Comes toward Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out!
If this which he avouches does appear,
There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here.
I gin to be aweary of the sun,
And wish the estate o' the world were now undone.
Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack!
At least we'll die with harness on our back.

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Anger, Fearful, Resolute
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"Liar and slave!"
Macbeth is in disbelief as the messenger delivers news of Birnam Woods's moving
"Upon the next tree shall thou hang alive/ Till famine cling thee"
Long and drawn out death -> cruel and harsh threats
"To doubt th' equivocation of the fiend,/ That lies like truth"
Starts to be suspicion of the witches (paradox)
"At least we'll die with harness on our back"
Will not go out without a fight, encouraging himself even though he has a high chance of death