Lady+Macbeth

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Act I - Blog In the amount of time I had not seen nor heard from Macbeth whilst he was away in the great battle. I had begun to grown not quite worry about him, but rather wonder about him. I found my mind had begun wandering on to thoughts of him and his whereabouts and his actions. I worry not for his life; however, while I doubt his masculinity and strength, I do have a large respect for his ability to maintain his life. But, I digress. I received a letter from the fool today. Quite stimulating, it was. He spoke of witches and witchcraft and most importantly, prophecies in our favour. The prophecies depicted Macbeth becoming King. How great and sweet it would be for me to become Queen and rule all of the land. How delicious it would be to feel the fame and respect of the people. //Alamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be what thou art promised.// The messenger came to tell me of the King’s arrival. He will be here at Inverness tonight. And with that, I have created the devised the perfect plan to rid us all of Duncan. I will supply his guards which as much alcohol as they can handle. It will be a grand time. And then, whilst the King sleeps and the guards inebriated, Macbeth will kill Duncan with his own guard’s daggers and smear the blood of the King all over them, rendering them guilty. Macbeth soon turned up afterwards. At this time, I was so looking forward to my plan, I was almost happy to see him. He was reluctant, though I am a master puppeteer. His lack of loyalty to me sickens me. //I have given suck, and know hoe tender ‘tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling face, have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums and dashed the brains out, had I sworn as I would have done this.// He proved my thoughts of his intentions once again, always //so// pleasant, never doing anything for himself or for me. He was worried about failure, but now is the time to //screw your courage to the sticking-place//. We'll not fail. And with that, our day was wrapped up. I lay my head down and slept with thoughts of how to improve the land when I became queen, and Macbeth slept with thoughts of consequence dancing through his thick skull.

Act II - Blog

The deed is finally done; Duncan is dead and the throne is now mine for the taking. Of course, there was much confusion and petty guilt in regards to Macbeth. When he returned from the scene of murder, his whole body trembled in fear and remorse. He spoke of a noise, something that made him jump. Alas, I had heard nothing except //the// // owl scream and the crickets cry. // This did not settle Macbeth's weak heart however. The child could not even mutter a simple 'amen' at the end of a prayer. He thinks so deeply. // These deeds must not be thought after these ways; so, it will make us mad. // Nevertheless, his thoughts run thick and he could not force himself to go back and place the daggers at the scene. Pathetic, joke of a man. I took things into my own hands from there on out. What his heart is making him feel, I simply to not understand. His hands are [of the same]colour, but I shame to wear a heart so white. //.// In the morning hours, the chaos and realization of Duncan's death set in. In my false bewilderment, I asked of what was going on. Apparently, I may not be enlighten as to what had happened. The //repetition in a woman's ear would murder as it fell.// I have to give Macbeth some leeway in this situation, I suppose, telling the listening ear that in finding the King murdered in his own house, he, himself murdered the guards. I firmly believe my plan was a complete success. I will sleep like an infant during the night. I just do so hope the heavy fog of guilt does not linger around Inverness for too long.

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