Your favourite bit, aside from unsex me here and Show his eyes and grieve his heart; come like shadows so depart?
Mine’s got to be Macbeth’s glum it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Which reminds me, I must get on with my memoirs.
But Hold enough! There is a hidden not often referred to gem that haunts. Can’t really call it a ‘favourite bit’ as it’s pretty grim. Powerful in its wrenching.
Continue reading Macbeth by William Shakespeare (1606)
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