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RV 400 (Rh) The effect is extraordinarily impressive. The soaring pride and power of Lady Macbeth’s first speeches return on our memory, and the change is felt with a breathless awe. Any attempt, even by Shakespeare, to draw out the moral enfolded in this awe, would but weaken it. For the moment, too, all the language of poetry—even of Macbeth’s poetry—seems to be touched with unreality, and these brief toneless sentences seem the only voice of truth.