How is tragedy developed in Macbeth? (PLEASE use lines from the book to explain how the play is a tragedy according to the lines that you are giving me.)
This explanation will include how Macbeth is a tragic hero, or another character is also tragic, and what tragic flaws he/she has with explanation.
Thanks for the help.
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I. Viewed as a literary work of its age, Shakespeare's Macbeth is primarily developed as a play in which the relations between natural and supernatural, good and evil, and between masculine and feminine are all interconnected, affecting each other. Moreover, in Macbeth these relations are further complicated by Shakespeare as they become ambiguous for the sake of tragic entanglement. Certainly, "Nothing is what is not" and "Fair is foul and foul is fair" are motifs of this play, and they take on tragic meaning within the framework of the Elizabethan Chain of Being in which each element of the universe has a proper place.
For Macbeth, the lines between the supernatural and the natural become blurred as he feels compelled by his "vaulting ambition" (see his soliloquy in 1.7) to accelerate the predictions of the "weird sisters" by killing King Duncan after Duncan has designated his son Malcolm as the future king. As his partner, Lady Macbeth spurs Macbeth in this act of regicide and, in so doing, blurs the lines between masculine and feminine. After his act of murder, Macbeth is plagued with guilt and shaky, so Lady Macbeth assumes the dominant role:
...Infirm of purpose!
Give me the dagger. The sleeping and the dead
Are but as pictures....
My hands are of your color, but I shame
To wear a heart so white. (2.2.52-65)
These last two lines also exemplify the blurring of good and evil as Lady Macbeth feels shame that Macbeth is seemingly a coward while she is not concerned with his being a murderer. The murderous pair, who become doppelgängers, continue in their path of evil and night seems to dominate day as outside Macbeth's castle in Scene 4 of Act II, Ross tells an old man
By th' clock ’tis day,And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp.Is ’t night’s predominance or the day’s shameThat darkness does the face of Earth entombWhen living light should kiss it? (2.4.6-10)
That will never be.
Who can impress the forest, bid the tree
Unfix his earth-bound root? Sweet bodements, good!
Rebellious dead, rise never, till the Wood
Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth
Shall live the lease of nature...(4.1.98-103)
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