Thane of Glamis, Thane of Cawdor, and King of Scotland

My beautiful wife comforting me during a
 time of guilt and discomfort.
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Today I have been named as King of Scotland at Scone. The great King, my lord is dead according to the plans made by my lady. We have killed him and as the three weird sisters predicted I am now King of Scotland. Both Malcolm and Donalbain have fled and suspicion of killing their father falls upon them. They are fools for fleeing for they had not fled, such a burden will not be on their shoulders. Yet why do I feel this way. Like my conscience is continuously reminding me that I have caused conflict with the natural order. Do I dare say that I am guilty? Will the great Neptune’s ocean wash the imperceptible blood clean from my hand? My lord was a good man, with all the characteristics fit for a king; truthfulness, self-control, generosity, devotion, patience, courage, and fortitude. However the three weird sisters have predicated nothing but the bare truth and that I, Macbeth would be King of Scotland. Planning treason with the enemy would result in punishment for which the Thane of Cawdor had paid, but killing the King himself what punishment would that result in? If only others find out, for the matter is only aware between my lady and I. My throne is secure and my future as King of Scotland is bright. I must make haste for I have a feast to plan.

By: Viethushaa Mohandas

The fear-filled moment just before King Duncan's murder.
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The Noble Spirit of Banquo

He is finished. Banquo is gone. And although I am wrenching with guilt, I find comfort in his death. What a relief it is! I was afraid that his noble spirit would give me away. He is loyal, you see. Maybe a bit too loyal, as he is virtuous and very honest. Honestly, I am nothing compared to him, and I say that in the most sincere way possible. He is very good-natured, and I have never met anyone like him. Comparing the two of us is like comparing a witch to an angel - the angel outshines the witch in every aspect possible. I have always been proud to have such a friend. The only problem was, with me being declared King, he became an instant threat. After Duncan's death, he had clear suspicions of me, especially since he was there with me when the weird women prophesied that I would become King. He is an old friend, and friends are some of the only people who know us best. Therefore, he knew about my ambitious side, and he knew that I would do anything to become King...even if it meant killing Duncan. So he knew of my dreadful sin. That is when his remarkable honesty became a true danger, and I found myself constantly worrying about whether he was going to tell someone about his suspicions or not. As time passed, I found that he remained loyal to me and did not say anything (which I found most peculiar). Maybe it was for his own selfish reasons, or maybe he really did value our friendship. I do not know. In the end, however, I decided that to be thus is nothing; but to be safely thus. If I was going to be King, the only way to guarantee satisfaction was by getting rid of any threats and ensuring my own personal safety. So I hired and persuaded two murderers to kill Banquo and his son. They completed half the deed, accidentally letting Fleance go. That is not my worry at the moment. I have gotten rid of a threat. Of course, I have just killed my best friend, but surely my reasons were valid? Either way, I do not have time to analyse this mess I call my emotions. I must go now, for I am hosting my first banquet as King. Let us hope nothing goes wrong anymore.
                                                                                                                                                                                     By: Hritu S.   

My good friend Banquo, just after a victory in a battle.      
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Curse you Macduff!

My betrayer, Macduff. I believe he was accusing someone when 
this photo was taken.

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Ohh Macduff! How could you?! Why would you refuse to come to the banquet? Especially you? This was the birth of my royal reign. I worked so hard for this. You did not even utter a single word about your run off. Even though you witnessed my struggle: yet you have not come. HOW DARE YOU! The memories we shared; the royal banquets; the ceremonies. Do you remember anything at all? When I was first reinstated to the position of the King,  where were you, what were you thinking? The castle was decorated with abundant silks from all over the world, but I did not care. Why? I was waiting upon you. Did you see yourself with a crown fixed upon your head or all of sundry people bowing down to your command or a beautiful  wife at your side? Maybe. But, this is what I hate about you! You are truly dishonest to me! Why are you never happy for me? I know why you fled England. Out of all the places, the English court? Do you think of me as a fool? Do you think of me as your little servant? I am the King now and you are my subject. You did an immense blunder upon me.  I know where your family lives. I know their every move.  I shall request for no more but revenge. Beware...

                                                                                                        By: Tharanya Ravi

Confused

The Three Weird Sisters
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Today, not being able to stand the sleepless nights, the nightmares, and the weird visions, I had gone to visit the three weird sisters to assure my safety of being King because they were right about my fate the first time. It was dark and rainy evening; I had gone without my lady and my men knowing. I went to the same location as I had before with Banquo and was brought down to their lair. I saw the three hags dancing around the bubbling cauldron and demanded that they tell me about my future. That’s when I saw the many apparitions and I was confused by what the witches had told me. The first apparition I saw was a head wearing a helmet, the second; a blood covered baby, and the third; a child wearing a crown carrying a tree. The hags then told me that I cannot be killed by anyone born of woman, nor will I be conquered until Birnam Wood moves towards the castle, but that I must be aware of Macduff. Surely this means that I cannot be killed human or defeated because it is impossible for Birnam Wood to come to Dunsinane! No one can take my place as King! But wait, I saw a vision right before I left. I saw the successors of Banquo as Kings! I don’t know what to think, I’m baffled. I just don’t understand the apparitions I had seen. I don’t know if I’m more confused now than I was before I went to see the three weird sisters.

By Sathyaa

The Hags, prophesying and telling me of my future.
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