The ravens and the crows, with tormenting remarks, do they torture my thoughts, and remind me of what I - no, she - hath done. Out! Out I say! Out with those fiendish dreams, the ill-omened blood which hat interrupt my sleep. *sniffles* Ever hands so pure and graced by God, had I not thought to be involved in such malice and cruelty. And yet here I sit, waiting for mine robes to incarnadine, too. From whence did such evil accumulate inside her, for which she desired immensely to seek power? I - she hath been given everything - a loving and loyal husband, a place of nobility, and even the favour of Duncan, the King himself. Yet I hunger’d for more. Where hath this thirst landed me? For what price had I paid to quench my hunger for foisons and status? *Picks up dagger* An eternal one, it seems, as my own lack of temperance brought me here, and this very lack of temperance will serve to take me back. The haggard voices, in truth do they chant: “Blood for blood, do as done.” …show more content…
One which hath been spilled in the most innocent act of sleep - an angel’s. The other, to be spilled out of cowardice and fear - a demon’s. The blood of innocence only mingles with the demonic blood that has consumed me, each stroke staining my hands further, and tainting my heart. The entirety of the innocent blood spilled - that of Duncan, the good Lady Macduff, her innocent son, the noble Banquo - would not equate to a single drop of my, malicious blood. For what does the blood of wretched hag, unable to be cleansed by all of Heaven’s purity, mean to those who fell victim to the