Lady Macbeth from Macbeth is regarded by many as one of the best characters in Shakespeare's plays for female performers. She is ambitious (more so than her husband), manipulative and happily applies pressure to Macbeth to commit the murders. The Lady Macbeth soliloquies contain all of there strong themes and emotions and really pack a punch at audition.
Bu the key to performing these speeches well is Lady Macbeth's underlying fragility.
She does, after all, become overwhelmed with guilt and ultimately commit suicide. Despite all her strength of character, we also see her frantically scrubbing blood from her hands.
We have selected two of the best Lady Macbeth soliloquies - both are guaranteed to pack a punch with the audition panel or assessor: "They met me in the day of success" and "The raven himself is hoarse".
Lady Macbeth Soliloquy: They Met Me in the Day of Success
[Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter]
'They met me in the day of success: and I have
learned by the perfectest report, they have more in
them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire
to question them further, they made themselves air,
into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in
the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who
all-hailed me 'Thane of Cawdor;' by which title,
before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred
me to the coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that
shalt be!' This have I thought good to deliver
thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou
mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being
ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it
to thy heart, and farewell.'
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
What thou art promised: yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great;
Art not without ambition, but without
The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly,
That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'ldst have, great Glamis,
That which cries 'Thus thou must do, if thou have it;
And that which rather thou dost fear to do
Than wishest should be undone.' Hie thee hither,
That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;
And chastise with the valour of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the golden round,
Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
To have thee crown'd withal.
Lady Macbeth Soliloquy: The Raven Himself is Hoarse
The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood;
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry 'Hold, hold!'