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!