Who says foul whisperings are abroad unnatural deeds

Banquo doesn't say just what thoughts are disturbing his sleep, but we can guess that they have to do with the witches' prophecies. Just before Macbeth murders King Duncan, Banquo is preparing to go to bed, and says to his son, 'A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, / And yet I would not sleep: merciful powers, / Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature / Gives way to in repose! (2.1.6-9). 'Take my milk for gall' means 'take my milk away and put gall in its place,' and 'wait on' means 'assist,' not just 'wait for,' so she seems confident that somewhere in nature there are demons with the power to make nature itself unnatural. In the next breath, she calls upon those evil spirits - the 'murdering ministers' - to 'Come to my woman's breasts, / And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, / Wherever in your sightless substances / You wait on nature's mischief!' (1.5.47-50). Lady Macbeth wants to be unnatural, so that she can be 'fell,' deadly. 'Compunctious visitings of nature' are the messages of our natural human conscience, which tell us that we should treat others with kindness and consideration. To prepare herself, she calls upon evil spirits to 'Stop up the access and passage to remorse, / That no compunctious visitings of nature / Shake my fell purpose' (1.5.44-46). It's as though his body is warning him against what his mind is thinking.ДЄfter Lady Macbeth receives her husband's letter, she is eager to talk him into doing the murder she knows that he has in mind. The 'use of nature' means the way things usually and naturally are, so Macbeth means that he is not used to feeling this way. 'Suggestion' means 'temptation,' so Macbeth is asking himself why he feels himself giving into temptation, especially a temptation that makes his heart race and his hair stand on end. Later in the scene, after he has received news that he has been named Thane of Cawdor, Macbeth asks himself 'why do I yield to that suggestion / Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair / And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, / Against the use of nature?' (1.3.134-137). They are inhabitants of this world who look like they should be human, but in them the human form is unnaturally distorted. The witches are not fiends that only visit this world. He also tells them, 'You should be women, / And yet your beards forbid me to interpret / That you are so' (1.3.45-47). 'What are these / So wither'd and so wild in their attire, / That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, / And yet are on't?' (1.3.39-42), wonders Banquo when he first sees them. I think, but dare not speak.The witches show us what the unnatural looks like. So, good night: My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight. God, God forgive us all! Look after her remove from her the means of annoyance, snd still keep eyes upon her. I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried he cannot come out on's grave.ДЇoul whisperings are abroad: unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds to their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets: More needs she the divine than the physician. Wash your hands, put on your nightgown look not so pale.

To bed, to bed! There's knocking at the gate: come, come, come, come, give me your hand. This disease is beyond my practice yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep who have died holily in their beds. Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole body. What a sign is there! The heart is sorely charged. The thane of Fife had a wife: where is she now? What, will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with this starting.п»ї She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that: heaven knows what she has known.п»ї Go to, go to you have known what you should not.п»ї Hell is murky! Fie my lord, fie! A soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have so much blood in him. п»їOh, damned spot! Out, I say! One, two, why, then, 'tis time to do't. What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands. It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her hands: I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.п»ї

Who says foul whisperings are abroad unnatural deeds