Honors+Macbeth+Three

__Loss of Morality and Sanity__ "Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No. This my hand Will rather the multitudous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red."

"Avaunt, and quit my sight! Let the earth Hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood Is cold; Thor hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with!"

"Even till destruction sicken - answer me To what I ask you."

"Here's the smell of the blood still. All the perfumes of Arabia will not Sweeten this little hand."

"My hands are of your colour, but I shame To wear a heart so white."

It's not much of an argument to say that a slow decay of morals and a slippery slope into madness pervade Macbeth. Change, initially, comes slowly. Macbeth himself is loath to do anything immoral or dastardly, and it's only through the nudges of The Witches and Lady Macbeth that he could bring himself to lay a finger on Duncan, much less put a dagger to him. While we see more of a denial of the right and good in Macbeth, his wife shows a lack in connection to reality. Initially, she was his rock, the thing that kept him supported in a sea of his own guilt and anger. By the end of the play, the tables have turned, and it's now Macbeth who is firm in his course and Lady Macbeth who's confused and unsure. Her sleepwalking scene shows us beyond a shadow of a doubt that her link to the real and true has been severed, and her only recourse is that of Macbeth's as well: Death.