What does it say about Macbeth that he's
having these thoughts so soon after
being promoted to Thane of Cawdor?
ORIGINAL TEXT
My thought, whose murder yet is but
fantastical
Shakes so my single state of man
That function is smothered in surmise.
And nothing is but what is not
MODERN TEXT
Even though it's just a fantasy so far, the
mere thought of committing murder shakes
me up so much that I hardly know who I am
anymore. My ability to act is stifled by my
thoughts and speculations, and the only
things that matter to me are things that don't
really exist