Status Updates From Macbeth

Act III,s.1: Second Murderer: I am one, my liege, whom the vile blows & buffets of the world bath so incens’d, that I am reckless what I do to spite the world.

Act III,s.1: Banquo: Let your Highness command upon me, to the which my duties are with a most indissoluble tie for ever knit.

Act II,s.1: Macbeth: Is this a dagger I see before me, the handle to my hand? … There’s no such thing: it is the bloody business, which informs this to mine eyes. Now o’er the one-half world Nature seems dead, & wicked dreams abuse the curtain’d sleep…

Act II, s.4: Old Man: ‘Tis unnatural, even like the deed that’s done. On Tuesday last, a falcon towering in her pride of place was by a mousing owl hawk’d at, and kill’d.
Ross: and Duncan’s horses…turn’d wild in nature, broke their stalls…
Old Man: ‘Tis said they ate each other.

Act 1,s.7: Macbeth: Away, and mock the time with fairest show: false face must hide what the false heart doth know.

Act 1, s.5: Lady Macbeth: Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, and fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full of direst cruelty: make thick my blood, stop up the access & passage to remorse, that no compunctious visiting of nature shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace b/t the effect & it! Come to my woman’s breasts, and take my milk for hall, you murdering ministers…

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.