My day began as just another ordinary day, until I received a letter from Macbeth. He has learned of his prophecy that in addition to fulfilling the role of Thane of Glamis, he will assume the roles of both Thane of Cawdor and king. At the discovery of this news, excitement sucked every ounce of weight from my body until I nearly floated away. I have an intense aspiration to make this prophecy come true that I am unable to resist. Duncan must be killed, however my husband likely is unwilling to take any action. He is full of the milk of human kindness, making him incapable of taking the quickest path. Each time Macbeth speaks of Duncan, a look of admiration spreads until it is plastered over his entire face. I intend to convince him that it …show more content…
This opportunity is unlike any other and will be my foremost focus in life, occupying my thoughts every second of every day. I understand that Macbeth and I require much strength to undertake this very taxing task. Macbeth is a powerful soldier with a great deal of physical capability, yet he does not possess the emotional stability that is vital in committing this deed. I must collect enough strength for us both and lend some to Macbeth. Killing Duncan will be the most difficult action I have yet to take, but feeling the guilt afterwards will be far more difficult. I requested that the spirits fill me with cruelty, so I will not feel any remorse. I am confident that with their help, Macbeth and I will be able to commit this dark deed in order to make it to our bright …show more content…
As the meal was about to commence, Macbeth lost all his sense and began ranting and pacing about. All of our guests were there to witness his panicked state, their faces plastered with worry for his sanity. This incident has brought to light my husband’s dependence on me and the importance of my role in his life. Since Macbeth eliminated Duncan, I have had to be his constant guardian, preventing him from making any blunders. Last night, I apprised our guests of the condition that plagues my husband, causing his curious behavior, and I bid them goodnight. When all had left, Macbeth recounted what he experienced that night. He frantically paced back and forth and told me that he had just seen Banquo, who I know was killed whilst on a horseback ride. I scolded him for behaving in an unmanly manner by allowing his fears to disturb him. In a similar occurance, I saved Macbeth when he made the mistake of revealing to everyone that it was he who killed the servants. I saw their eyes widen with suspicion and was forced to pretend to faint to detract attention from him. Were not for me, the truth would likely already be known. My husband relies on me to help him stay determined and strong. It was I, that ultimately persuaded Macbeth to seize the opportunity in front of him and kill Duncan. He would not have been able to uphold the the plan without my support. A large part of me regrets Duncan’s murder, but allowing Macbeth to know my true feelings would