Came across this line in another poem in my recent studies. Sadly, I've never read MacBeth, not do I have the time to do so to aid me in this particular poem.
The full line is "I suspect the maple is somehow sly as Lot's chaste daughters at incelt wild or MacBeth murdering for high-plumed sons"
any MacBeth readers' input would be quite helpful.
thanks
don't really know, its been a while since I've read Macbeth. What is this poem?
Hwæt! We Gar-Dena in geardagum,/Þeodcuninga þrum gefrunon,/hu ða æþelingas ellen fremedon!
Oft Scyld Scefing sceaþena þreatum,/ monegum mægþum, meodosetla ofteah,/ egsode eorlas, syððan ærest wearð/ feasceaft funden; he þæs frofre gebad,/ weox under wolcnum, weorðmyndum þah,/ oðþæt him æghwylc þara ymbsittendra/ofer hronrade hyran scolde,/gomban gyldan. Þæt wæs god cyning!
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