Status Updates From Macbeth

Act 1, s. 3: Macbeth (cont.): Present fears are less than horrible imaginings: My thought, whose murder yet is yet but fantastical, shakes so my single state of man that function is smother’d in surmise, and nothing is, but what is not.

He’s all in his head fantasizing & Banquo & the messengers are like, wow look how overcome he is by the honor. But his thoughts instead dwell on MUHR-DEHR…

Act 1, s. 3: Macbeth: Two truths are told, as happy prologues to the swelling act of the imperial theme… This supernatural soliciting cannot be ill; cannot be good: if ill? Why hath it given me earnest of success, commencing in truth? I am thane of Cawdor: if good? why do I yield to that suggestion, whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, & make my seated heart knock at my ribs, against the use of Nature?

"Tú me marcas el rumbo de la ruta por la que ya iba yendo."

"The Scottish Play." It's been a whole since I've had to go outside, turn 3 times and spit.