Unsex Me Here
  • This is a famous and often misunderstood passage from Macbeth (Act 1, Scene 5), spoken by the unforgettable Lady Macbeth, who says:

    The raven himself is hoarse
    That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
    Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
    That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
    And fill me from the crown to the toe topful
    Of direst cruelty.

    She’s referring, of course, not to sex or the sex act but to the fact that her husband is becoming more and more squeamish about the business of murder — as a result of which he may not, she fears, be up to the task of killing King Duncan after all, as the two  had originally planned.

    Lady Macbeth imagines herself here as a kind of vessel, and her eloquent malediction is her own vivid way of praying to be bled of all her nurturing, feminine virtues — and perhaps of all her remaining humanity as well. She asks that in its place she be filled completely, “from crown to toe topful,” with “direst cruelty” — i.e. the spirit of violence — so that she herself might help her hapless husband fulfill the dirty deed.

    It’s interesting to note that the prefix un– appears with abnormal regularity in Macbeth, almost as if the characters are continually trying to undo the horrible deeds they’ve done — “to cancel reality by appending negatives,” the Shakespearean Michael Macrone felicitously phrased it. Of course, once the deeds are done they can never be undone — as, to her horror, Lady Macbeth understands, shortly after her prayer is answered and her wish granted, and she now stands unmasked before her mirrored image: a murderer and regicide, frantically fretting and scrubbing her homicidal hands in hopes of washing away the blood that now stains them — “Out, damned spot! Out!” — but it’s too late now: too late to unanswer the prayer that’s been answered, to undo the deeds her unsexed self has done — her unmanned husband unwilling, unable to undertake them — so that Lady Macbeth, drowning alone in “multitudinous seas incarnadine now “ll the perfumes of Arabia cannot sweeten this little hand.”


About The Author

Ray Harvey

I was born and raised in the San Juan Mountains of southwestern Colorado. I've worked as a short-order cook, construction laborer, crab fisherman, janitor, bartender, pedi-cab driver, copyeditor, and more. I've written and ghostwritten several published books and articles, but no matter where I've gone or what I've done to earn my living, there's always been literature and learning at the core of my life.

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  • Treacle 05.06.2012

    Lady Macbeth also shows that her ambition is the greater when she says to Macbeth:

    “That I may pour my spirits in thine ear
    And chastise with the valour of my tongue”

    That line comes just before “unsex me now” and introduces the pouring and filling metaphor.

  • I’m not that familiar with the Scottish play, but Lady Macbeth is truly a schemer for the ages. Interesting to equate all the cruel, malevolent emotions with masculinity too.

  • My dear Ms. Dilday, what a pleasant surprise to see you here. How are you after your exceptional accomplishment? Solemn and sedate? Or mean and masculine?

  • I’m a little mean these days. Restless and seeking. Full of not “direst cruelty” but hidden hungers…aren’t we all?

  • Yes, yes!

    How very poetic, Ms. Dilday. And how very provocative. Thank you.

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