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!