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We're also interested in the way Lady Macbeth implies that "doing" the deed (killing Duncan) is like "doing" what a man does in the bedroom. She asks "Art thou afeard / To be the same in thine own act and valour / As thou art in desire"? Translation: Are you afraid you'll be as impotent in the act of killing the king as you are during sex ("desire")? Macbeth insists that he can "do all that may become a man," he attempts to reassert his manhood in the face of Lady Macbeth's belittling comments.

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But how does this all happen? How does Lady Macbeth "change" the unassuming and self-sacrificing Thane of Cawdor into an insensitive brute? First, she has very little regard for her husband's humanity and actually derides him for being "too full o'th' milk of human kindness" (1.5.17). Then, she manipulates him through a meticulous process of cruel and piercing emasculation, purposefully designed to attack his warrior status, an identity of utmost importance in his medieval and brutish realm: "Art thou afeard/To be the same in thine own act and valor/As thou art is desire" (1.7.40-42),

Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valor

The production's other moment of spectacle is aural: Caliban's description of the island. Playing the native islander and Prospero's slave, Clifton Duncan wears only dingy white African-style knee pants and a chain crisscrossing his torso; except for some white splotches on his torso and forehead, he has no otherworldly makeup, appendages, or physical attributes. The mere fact he is a man of color seems enough to make him a misshapen monster to the Neapolitans. Along with his lilting verse-speaking skills, Duncan builds his character on a strong, virile presence that fuels the enthusiasm with which he either curses Prospero or praises Stephano, the king's drunk butler who washed ashore on a butt of sack. As Stephano and his companion jester Trinculo scramble in fear at the music of the isle, Caliban laughs delightedly. "Art thou afeard?" he asks almost incredulously. "Be not afeard, the isle is full of noises," he continues in a glow of great contentment. The blocking has put Stephano and Trinculo in the wings, leaving Duncan alone on center stage to recite the speech in all its magical musicality. Some of Shakespeare's great speeches are well served when extricated from the action and presented as an art form in and of themselves, and this is one of them.

Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valourAs thou art in desire? --
"Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard to be the same in thine own act and valor as thou art

Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour,

LADY MACBETH
Was the hope drunk
Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since?
And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
At what it did so freely? From this time
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valour
As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem,
Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,'
Like the poor cat i' the adage?

Art thou afeard?

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LADY MACBETH.
Was the hope drunk
Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since?
And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
At what it did so freely? From this time
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valor
As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem;
Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would,"
Like the poor cat i' the adage?

Art thou afeard

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Was the hope drunk
Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since?
And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
At what it did so freely? From this time
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valour
As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem,
Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,'
Like the poor cat i' the adage?