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| My beautiful wife comforting me during a time of guilt and discomfort. http://www.glogster.com/media/4/21/99/8/21990890.jpg |
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
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| The fear-filled moment just before King Duncan's murder. http://mmimageslarge.moviemail-online.co.uk/macbeth3.jpg |
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