My last words for my worthy husband

My dearest husband, I know this is all too sudden but I have no other choice. Ever since you became King of Scotland, you have been ‘drifting’ away from me. I trusted you so much. Yet, you were hiding so many things away from me. You are not the Worth Glamis you used to be. I was so alone with you, so frightened. I was being haunted there every moment without you.

 I knew I caused you all this trouble and grief. I am terribly sorry. I do not know what else to say. I am so angry with myself. Had it not been for my deep and evil ambition, we could have been a happy couple and filled with peace right know. Fate has had its revenge on me. You always kept saying that we should not have done the ‘deed’ right from the beginning, but my overwhelming ambitions covered my eyes of the consequences. It is too clear for anyone to realize that we are not destined to rule Scotland.

Scotland is just not meant for us. I feel like dying right now. My humanly feeling has overwhelmed me. Now, I feel so weak and vulnerable. I do not know why. I just know that I have to pay for my sins. I do not want to be killed by the English Army. Although I feel weak and vulnerable, I still have my pride hidden within me and no one can take that away from me. I am sure I will be damned to hell.

Hell after life is better than this living hell. I am so sorry, my dearest husband. I know you are someone with determination. I know you are someone who wants to die fighting. You are a true warrior. Bye bye, my warrior. I convey my apologies to all the people whom I have caused a lot of trouble and even death. I am so sorry, SO SORRY!! Worthy King, I will miss you so much. Hope I would be your wife in my next life, but a more gentle, womanly and kind wife!! Bye-bye!

All hail, Macbeth!

Guilt is killing me!

     Guilt is eating me up. Everything around me seems so dark. Why is blood sticking on hands? Why can’t blood be washed off my hand? Blood on my hands is the guilt in my heart and mind that cannot be washed off from me. If my husband and I continue with the evil ‘deeds’, my hands shall never be clean. Heaven is murky. My hands stink of blood. Shall all the perfumes of Arabia ill not sweeten this little hand?

     
     Where is Duncan now? Sleeping with peace in his deadly grave. Where is Banquo now? In the ditches where he still safe guards his son with his godly spirit. Where is the Macduff family? Gone!!!! Where is the happiness and peace that my husband and myself had? Gone!!! All the happiness of my husband and me is gone due to my dark and evil ambitions. Had I not forced my husband to start with the first evil deed, perhaps, the position of King will have reached my husband in an honest and appropriate manner.

     
     Sorry King Duncan. Sorry Banquo. Sorry Lady Macduff. Sorry Macduff’s family. Sorry dearest husband. I have caused you this entire discontentment. Sorry, dear husband! Sorry, dear husband! Maybe what I told you previous were against my human feelings. Now, that I have betrayed my human feelings, they are taking revenge on me. Extremely Sorry….. GUILT IS KILLING ME!!  :(

  All hail, Macbeth!

The 'disordered' banquet

  
  The banquet began with my dearest husband, addressing the lords and thanes and asking them to take their seats. My husband’s men had come at the door way and took his leave for a while. I did not know what was so important as to let the guests wait.

     
    When my husband returned, he started the feast. He was angry and disappointed that Banquo did not attend the feast. In desperation to find a seat later, he grew mad. Although there was an empty seat reserved for him, he started shouting at the ‘air’ and the guests grew suspicious of him. My husband was so terribly shaken. 

     
     In order to safe guard my husband’s reputation; I had to make up stories saying that it was a problem he had from childhood and consoled them by saying them he will be alright soon. Privately, I questioned my husband whether it was his imagination like the air-drawn dagger. Why does he have to be mess up the banquet??? Damn his imagination!!!

     
     He started getting mad again when he ‘saw’ the thing that has scared him. He was growing worse. The guests were staring at his drama with bulging eyes and disgusted looks. I had no choice but to call off the feast. As Ross began to question my husband about the ‘sights’, I had to give him a false reason that my husband’s condition will grow worse if questioned. What a ‘wonderful’ we had!!! He had turned the good meeting into a disorder. He needs to rest well.

All hail, Macbeth!

Husband is not happy!

     Ever since my husband told me about the air-drawn dagger incident, he is rather been not happy. Even after being named king, he has this discontentment and restless feeling in him. He thinks he had murdered sleep by not having a clear conscience.

     
     The air-drawn dagger was either his imagination or the work of the evil weird sisters. Perhaps, they were trying to help him out because he is too full of the milk of human kindness. He is also having terrible dreams nightly, shaking him up from sleep.

     
    He is very disturbed and confused by one of the weird sisters’ prediction to Banquo : Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none. He is afraid that Fleance may become king next. He does not want Fleance to seize the throne from him. He is in such bad mood and terrible dreams come upon him because he murdered Duncan. By not having a clear conscience, he is sacrificing himself. His evil deed had given him an evil mark. He did not want to sacrifice himself for other people’s benefit.

     
     My husband has wild thoughts in mind and is not keen in sharing them with him. I feel that he is now very suspicious about everyone. His mind is never at peace. Would he be alright if I had not forced him to kill Duncan? My husband, be happy. What’s done cannot be undone. Try to control yourself now that the whole of Scotland is under our control. I want my husband to sleep well and be happy.

                                       All hail, Macbeth!

My dearest husband is now King!

     ‘Hail, Macbeth! Hail, King of Scotland!’ everyone was worshipping him. Now he is as great as God for the people of Scotland. I, his queen, share equal power with him in running the country. My husband’s first evil deed has paid off, giving him the position of King. 

     

     Duncan, now, is sleeping in his grave peacefully. Duncan, I assure you that my husband will do a good job as King. Now that my dear husband is King, he is powerful and inevitable. I, his Queen, shall assist him and run this country, bringing much pride. There he was Thane of Glamis. Now, he is King of Scotland. I have got to thank the weird sisters for their assistance in letting my husband realize that he has potential to become King. Thank You, weird sisters. You guidance and supernatural powers have helped us.

     
     On the other, the cowardly sons of Duncan, Malcolm and Donalbain have fled the country upon seeing their father’s corpse. The true cowards of Scotland!!! If they had not been so quick as to escape, my husband could not have grabbed the chance of being King. Thank You, you cowards!

     
     Last but not least, I would like to thank the evil powers who have helped me influence my husband and force him into killing Duncan. Thank You, evil powers!

With my help now, and evil in the blood, my husband shall be brave and confident in maintaining order and peace in Scotland.

All hail, Macbeth!

Brutal murder of Duncan

     As I was preparing the daggers for the murder, my husband returned with two bloodstained daggers, telling me that he had done the 'deed'. I was so proud of him at that moment.

     But, he was terribly shaken. After he mentioned that it was a disaster to have killed Duncan, he said that he will never be forgiven for his criminal act. 

     However, he had brought the dagegrs back. I had to silently walk back to the chambers, stained the guards with blood so ad to turn the crime to them.

     When I asked him to clean off the blood, he was silly and acted as if he had done something majorly wrong. Suddenly, there was a knocking at the gate. My husband was restless. I had to be with him to make sure things were okay.

     Macduff, the Thane of Fife, and Lennox have arrived. Now, my husband was more relaxed as if nothing had happened. However, Macduff found out about the murder as he entered Duncan's chamber.

     My husband, now more decisive, tried to act along. However, it was not as realistic. In order to change the centre of attraction, I had to act like fainting. The crime was thought to be done by the guards. Now, my husband has a 'clear' profile and the throne is coming towards him.

  Duncan, rest well in heaven or in hell!!!

All Hail, Macbeth!

Forcing my husband to kill Duncan

     My husband, the noble man, thinks that he cannot kill Duncan because of a new reasons. Firstly, as one of Duncan's thanes, he thinks it is his responsibility to lead by the king. Next, he thinks that as Duncan's host, he should protect him and not kill him.

     My husband is too kind and too soft-heartes to do the 'deed'. Come on, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here! Fill me from the crown to toe with direst cruelty! Shall my evil motives and strong will influence my husband, making him brave enough to do the 'deed'.

     When Duncan came to the castle, I handed over the dagger to my husband to kill Duncan. I tried to act well and Duncan fell for my acting. I knew he is one that could be easily deceived. Even Banquo had come with Fleance.

    Though my husband is hesitant, I feel a sense of ambition in him. Put together our dark ambitions and it shall be acheived. He seemed very disturbed by the thouhght of killing Duncan.

     When he firmly decided not to continue with the deed, I had no choice but to force him by saying awful things to him. I started to cry to make him do what I want. I triggerd his courage and manliness by saying that he had no love for me and that he was cowardly.

     After persuading him, he was still quite hesitant. Finally, he had no choice but to agree. We planned everything correctly and were ready for the 'deed'.

All Hail Macbeth!!!

Malcolm was named Prince

     My husband just returned from the King's castle and informed me that Malcolm, Duncan's eldest son, was named Prince of Cumberland. Just as I expected! If I do not force my husband to seize the throne, he will lose the chance of becoming King of Scotland.

    My husband also told me that Duncan was coming over to our castle tonight. I decided to kill Duncan, never letting him see sunlight. I told my husband to act well and that we shall carry out the 'deed' tonight as it is the golden opportunity to kill Duncan. No one would suspect us as we are the hosts of Duncan.

    How dare he not name my husband King? My husband is full of capability and good qualities. He deserves to be King of Scotland. I am going to hide my real thoughts and be the serpent under it. I would act very politely and humbly in order to escape suspicion.

   In any case, an old man like him is as good as dead. He is just clinging on to the post of the king. Youth men like my husband who deserve of the throne should rule the country.

   Duncan, or for now, King Duncan, today is your last day. Enjoy the moonlight ad last meal at my castle. Death awaits you!!!

All hail, Macbeth!

Received a letter from my husband

 

My husband, The Great Glamis and now the worthy Cawdor, had brought great success and victory to Scotland and himself. His meeting with the ‘weird sisters’ amazed me. With the help of evil powers and supernatural powers, he is invincible and will be able to seize the throne.

       Then, he shall be King and I shall be his Queen. Then power and wealth shall race towards us. The whole of Scotland will be controlled by the both of us. I am the weird sisters are helping us and will help us through the journey of seizing the throne.

       I WANT HIM TO BE KING NOW, before someone else take over Duncan. Will Duncan pass on the throne his sons or other thanes? No! No! My husband is destined to be king as predicted by the weird sisters who have supernatural powers and have immortal knowledge. They are so powerful as to make themselves disappear into thin air.

       Their first prediction of my husband becoming ‘Thane of Cawdor’ has come true. So next he will become KING OF SCOTLAND. The easiest and fastest way to seize the throne is to kill Duncan. King Duncan is a very old and trusting man and it should be a piece of cake for us to deceive him.

       However, my kind and honest husband is too full of the milk of human kindness. I am going to persuade and influence him in order to bring power and prosperity to us.

       Thane of Glamis !!! Thane of Cawdor!!! The greatest is just behind!

       All hail, King Macbeth!

All hail, Macbeth!

My dearest husband is fighting in the war

  My dearest husband of greatness, Macbeth, is fighting the war against the Norwegians will every ounce of energy he has. How I wished that I could see him now!!!! 

       

  It has more than two weeks since I have seen my loving and handsome husband, the brave warrior. I really wish I could see him now!! My husband is one who is determined and he will never give up his fighting spirit and will. He is a very courageous and strong soldier of Scotland. All hail, Husband!

        

   My husband and his noble friend, Banquo, shall be the antidote and medicine to eat up the virus attacking us, the Norwegians. They shall restore peace in the country.

        

    I am very sure that Macbeth would win the war and restore order in the country. Thane of Glamis! – You shall do it right and do it well. All the way, Macbeth!... All the way!

       

    Life is extremely boring and meaningless without you by my side. SLICE the throats of the Norwegians! Kill them and let them suffer! Serve them to out Scotland dogs. Come back to me my darling! I am sure King Duncan will give you a promotion once you have crossed this obstacle, bring peace to Scotland.

              All hail, Macbeth!!