Ideas for Macbeth's defense lawyer's monologue?
I have a monologue to write and perform for a part of assessment. I am the Defence Lawyer for Macbeth and I am in need of some ideas to shift the blame onto Lady Macbeth and others. I can not simply retell Macbeth.
If your audience is supposed to be an Elizabethan one; that is, an audience that will be receptive to the powers of the preternatural world, you may wish to take the approach that Lady Macbeth is the fourth witch and not truly an earthly woman. For evidence of this sisterhood with the three "weird sisters," meaning destiny-serving witches, you can point to Banquo's remarking upon their "beards" that prevents his believing them women. For, like them, Lady Macbeth, too, unsexes herself in Act I, Scene 5 after reading the letter from Macbeth. And, it is after her soliloquy at the beginning of the scene in which she fears Macbeth's nature that is "too full o' th' milk of human kindness" that she transforms herself for her evil purposes. Indeed, these actions are witch-like, and Macbeth, who hesitates in the evil intent to kill King Duncan. tells his wife,
We will proceed no further in this business:
He hath honor'd me of late, and I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Not cast aside so soon. (1.5.34-38)
but, he is overpowered by Lady Macbeth. Still, it is only under the influence of her ridicule of his masculinity that Macbeth kills Duncan. For, even Macbeth, who is a great warrior, is influenced by her "undaunted mettle."
Macbeth's strong love for Lady Macbeth affects him in another way, too. When Lady Macbeth loses her mind and begins to sleepwalk, trying to remove the blood spots from the stairs, Macbeth is greatly disturbed by her behavior and absolutely devastated by her death, as displayed in his words when he says that he is "sick at heart" (5.3_) In his monologue of Act V, Macbeth has lost his way completely,
She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
With such preternatural happenings in which "fair is foul and foul is fair," even within his own chambers, Macbeth's defence may ride upon his being a victim of phantasmagoria as, not only the three "weird sisters," but also his wife is a witch who has directed his life against his control.