What be this I see? The night howls with promises of my husband to ascend to king. Declarations of greatness have escaped the weïrd sister’s lips and have befallen into my lap as ink on a page. And O! what promises they are! The honourable Macbeth belongs to me as I belong to him. And what a man he is! A brave Scottish general, Thane of Glamis, now Thane of Cawdor. Titled and respected, a faithful husband to me. He is driven, truly so, but he is consumed by whispers of self-doubt. And how a seed sowed is reaped! But potential he has, running through his blue-blood, to rule – to be a King. If he was to become king, I can cast down those whom condemn me a just a mere women, a step forth as a Queen to all. We will rise and rule over the kingdom of the North.
But is to be? The idle Duncan sits clad in red and gold on the righteous …show more content…
No… It will be as sweet as a sickness that brings death. Macbeth is too honourable; Macbeth is too proud; Macbeth is too righteous to take arms against his lord. He would riddled with doubt and guilt, plagued by his thoughts. He is a Captain, not a common thief in the black, doing black deeds at the words of black shadows on a black night. He holds too close to the light of God. But I can bend his will like wheat in wind, convince him to take Duncan’s life as a puppeteer would convince his doll to raise an am. I can pull strings and whisper sweet promises, making him take the life, making him take the throne, and making him take the