If Macbeth were to look in the mirror, at the time he spoke these words he would see the reflection of an unrecognisable man, compared to that which would have looked back at him at the beginning of his story. The man who looks back at him now, complaining that life signifies nothing, is soul-less, empty, and resembles very little of the admirable reflection he once saw. This reflection has nothing left to live for, with a heart that is no longer alive. It beats loud and heavy allowing him to breath, however he cannot feel it. His pride is non-existant and he feels only pain, regret and remorse. The voices that scream at him within his head, terrorise his thoughts and remind him of the crimes he has committed.…
