Sunday Scribblings #96

Fair is foul and foul is fair indeed! That’s the last time we do any of you a favor! That’s right, we did you a favor.

Do you think we did it just for kicks? Do you really think we like mucking about in politics? Personally I’d rather bite the head off of a live bat than get involved in all the petty intrigues and currying of favor and (literal) backstabbing, but then you probably think I like biting the heads off of live bats, just because I’m a witch.

You see we had to do it. Duncan was an idiot, and MacBeth was even a bigger fool than he was. They were ruining the country. You can’t go about attacking your neighbors just because you have a hangnail. Such a thing just isn’t done in civilized society. What with the Norse invading every other Tuesday, we couldn’t just sit back and watch. If we hadn’t done what we did…well, lets just say that your queen would be having lutefisk with her afternoon tea.

Okay, so we used Macbeth a little. And I admit, some of the things we told him may have been open to more than one interpretation. But it’s not entirely our fault. When we said that “none of a woman born” should harm him and that he wouldn’t be vanquished “until Great Birnam Wood to High Dunsinane Hill” should come, he just took us a little too literally.  You know what they say about assuming, don’t you?  In any event, all’s well that ends well, right?

Which brings me to my point.  What thanks do we get for our benign intervention? This William Shakespeare person comes along and writes a play. Are we the heroes? No! It’s like he wasn’t even trying to depict events accurately. Do you know what he calls us? Do you? He calls us hags. I mean, the audacity. And if that weren’t enough, he has us doing all manner of horrible things like slaughtering pigs and killing sailors over chestnuts–in trochaic tetrameter! What, iambic pentameter isn’t good enough for us?

And don’t even get me started about that eye of newt and toe of frog business. Although, given that we were in Scotland, I must commend him for coming up with something more disgusting than haggis.

And then–then–on top of all of that, he calls the play a tragedy! Tell me this, how is it a tragedy when all of the right people died?

So, we’ve come to a conclusion.  By a vote of two to one,  we’ve decided to curse the play.  (Arabella wanted to put the pox on everyone, but that’s just been done to death, don’t you think?)  From this day forward, anyone saying, “MacBeth” in a theatre will bring down all manner of bad luck.

You want foul, we’ll show you foul.

11 thoughts on “Foul

  1. Redness February 2, 2008 / 5:53 pm

    Hear, Hear! Point taken, well said!Brilliant post.

  2. sister AE February 3, 2008 / 6:56 am

    I’m laughing and smiling at this. Well done.

  3. Imelda / Greenishlady February 3, 2008 / 7:18 am

    Oh, I enjoyed this so much. Makes me almost feel like digging out my secondary-school text of Macbeth and having a little look again.

  4. tumblewords February 3, 2008 / 11:07 am

    A foul response, indeed. I loved this post – and I’m going to keep my mouth shut in any theater…Never another MacBeth from me!

  5. AnthonyNorth February 4, 2008 / 6:52 am

    I hope everyone takes this in the spirit intended. Don’t want a Witchhunt 🙂
    Brilliant post.

  6. susan February 4, 2008 / 6:57 am

    Hilarious! Thoroughly enjoyed this and you bring back some of the more entertaining moments of my Shakespeare class.

  7. LittleWing February 6, 2008 / 3:25 pm

    what a great will never be read the same….

  8. rebecca March 19, 2008 / 12:02 pm

    this was brilliant….bravo!

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