auricula meretricula scene iii english translation

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Giving in to your desires without limits is submitting yourself to tyranny! That’s been the undoing of many kings. It would be better to have Macbeth than someone like me as king. My desires would overcome any restraints that might come between me and taking what I want. Every wife, daughter, mother, and young woman in Scotland wouldn’t satisfy my lust. I’ll admit it, he’s murderous, lecherous, greedy, lying, deceitful, quick-tempered, malicious, and he smells of every sin that has a name. Not in all the ranks of Hell could you find a devil evil enough to top Macbeth. If they were publicly known, evil Macbeth would seem pure as snow and innocent as a lamb, compared with my unlimited evil. I’m aware there are many varieties of vice deep in me.

Auricula meretricula scene iii english translation full#

But, in spite of all this, even if I trample the tyrant’s head under my foot, or stick it on my sword, my poor country will be more full of vice than before, suffer more, and in more terrible ways, all because of the person wearing the crown. Given this, I think there would be people to support me, and the gracious king of England has offered to lend me several thousand soldiers. She weeps and bleeds, and every day a new wound is added to her others. I agree that our country is sinking into slavery. I’m not saying I completely distrust you. I wouldn’t be the villain you take me for, not for the whole country under Macbeth’s rule and the rich Eastern lands thrown in as well. Go ahead and flaunt the wrongs you’ve done, good people are awed by your title. Macduffīleed, bleed, poor country! Go ahead, tyrant, build your foundation without worry, because virtue doesn’t dare stop you. You may have done what was right, regardless of what I think. Why did you leave your wife and child in such a vulnerable position – the most cherished things in your life - without even saying goodbye? Please don’t let my distrust make you feel dishonored, it’s just my concern for my safety. Maybe you lost hope of gaining my support in the same place where I found my doubts about you, your castle. I have lost all hopes of getting you to fight with me. Just because many evil things attempt to appear good, doesn’t mean there aren’t things that appear good which are genuine. Angels are still bright, even if Lucifer, the brightest of them, fell from grace and became the Devil. My suspicious thoughts can’t turn you into something you aren’t. And even a virtuous nature might be overruled by a king’s command. You can see it would be wise, like sacrificing an innocent lamb to keep an angry god happy. Maybe I’m naive, but you would might gain something by giving me up to him. This tyrant, whose very name hurts my tongue to say, was once considered an honest man. I’ll grieve for what I believe is wrong, I’ll believe whatever I know is true, and when the time is right, I’ll act on whatever I can fix. These cries hit Heaven in the face and echo as though the sky itself grieved for Scotland. No, let’s instead grab our swords, and stand like good men to defend our fallen kingdom! Every morning, more widows and orphans howl with grief. Let’s go find some quiet shady place, and cry till our hearts are empty.