Okay, little Gremlin, although several of Shakespeare's plays touch on madness, his first tragedy "Titus Andronicus" amounts to an essay on insanity! The title character is a noble Roman general driven mad by grief, injustice and the state's ingratitude. His madness really takes hold in Act III and drives the play's action to its grisly conclusion. Start by reading Act III, Scene I, ll. 1-24, which begin thus:
If there were reason for these miseries,
Then into limits could I bind my woes;
When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow?
If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad,
Threat'ning the welkin with his big-swoln face?
And wilt thou have a reason for this coil?
Virtually all of Act IV is an exhibition of madness. Act IV, Scene III is particularly superb: here Titus tries to deliver his complaints to the gods by the help of archery! Later in Act V, he takes revenge on his enemies by cutting their throats, dicing up their bodies, and cooking their flesh in a pie--which he later serves up to their mother! If that isn't madness, what is? If you doubt me, read Act V, Scene II, ll. 167-206.
I hope you enjoy the play, which would certainly make a very good horror movie.
2007-06-15 13:26:45
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answered by Dear Carlos 7
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HAMLET; Othelia & Hamlet both loose the plot through GRIEF.
MACBETH; Lady Macbeth trying to wash the blood of the murdered King off her hands. Macbeth seeing visions of the men he murdered; they loose the plot through GUILT.
OTHELLO; Going mad with insecurity and JEALOUSY, being manipulated by Iago.
A MIDSUMMER NIGHTS DREAM; the lovers and the players are all subject to temporary DELUSION by woodland magic.
2007-06-16 10:05:32
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answered by EdgeWitch 6
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Hamlet, MacBeth and Othello come to mind, but I defintely don't recall the line numbers.
2007-06-15 17:03:45
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answered by Captain S 7
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Hamlet Macbeth King Lear- that's enough, you can do the rest!!
2007-06-15 16:58:51
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answered by loobyloo 5
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Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks. Rage, blow.
You cataracts and hurricanes, spout
Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks.
You sulph'rous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head. And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Strike flat the thick rotundity o' th' world,
Crack nature's moulds, all germains spill at once,
That makes ingrateful man [III.ii.1-9]
2007-06-15 17:07:10
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answered by Andrew Noselli 3
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try Macbeth thas a good one for monologes on madness
2007-06-15 17:08:32
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answered by 24 2
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Hamlet. You'll have to look up the citation, though...
2007-06-15 16:58:37
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answered by Amethyst 6
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