Mojo, The Bard, & Me

But now I am cabin’d, cribb’d, confined, bound in

To saucy doubts and fears.

 

-Macbeth

Macbeth                      Act III, Scene iv, Line 25

Oh poor Macbeth. What do you suppose he’s talking about? What is so troubling him that he is confined to doubts and fears? In the lines previous to this he says that he would have been perfect, whole as the marble, founded as the rock, as broad and general as the casing air. What brought him from being whole to being penned in by fears? I’ll tell you what happened. The murderers that Macbeth sent out to kill Banquo and his son Fleance have come back to report that Banquo is dead, but Fleance got away. For sure, Banquo’s throat is cut and now safe in a ditch he bides, with twenty trenched gashes in his head. But Fleance got away and that’s what’s upsetting Macbeth.

Yes, Poor Macbeth. 

 

This is a pic taken from the bell tower of Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris. Normally, being up this high up, with my fear of heights, would  make me quite cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in to saucy doubts and fears. But for some reason that day I was founded as a rock. How about you? What makes you cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in to saucy doubts and fears?