We hear no more of "Pity like a naked new-born babe"—but at her horrid scheme of the murder—
"Bring forth men-children only!
For thy undaunted mettle should compose
Nothing but males!"
Shakspeare does not paint here a grand and desperate struggle between good and evil thoughts in Macbeth's mind—but a mock fight; had there been any deep sincerity in the feeling expressed in the bombast—had there been any true feeling at all—it would have revived and deepened—not faded and died almost—at the picture drawn by Lady Macbeth of their victim—
"When Duncan is asleep,
Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey
Soundly invite him,"
the words that had just left his own lips—
"His virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off,"
would have re-rung in his ears; and a strange medley—words and music—would they have made—with his wife's
"When in swinish sleep
Their drenched natures lie, as in a death,
What cannot you and I perform upon
The unguarded Duncan?"
That is my idea of the Soliloquy. Think on it.