Macbeth Monologue Analysis

Dear Fleance,
I wrote this letter when you were born, and if your reading it now then I know my actions got the best of me. I know sooner or later it would happen to me. I was brutally murdered. Now son I don’t want you to get upset. We both know my death was for the best for the both of us. My son, I want you to take my pass expierences and learn from them. Take yur undertsandings from my life and secure your safety.
I treid setting the right set of morals for you. Even if my death has angered you, be sure to take that anger and express it in a good manner. I have managed to set up a strong integrity with you, even if it was more problematic for me ro do so. I have given you a sense of whats right and whats wrong. You are now knwledgble
and aware of the evriemnt and your surrondings. Whatch the stars, ecause for onlt they can shine the light upon the terrible desires lurking within inner mind of the huiman. Perceive the natural working of life, and don’t go aginst it. Always use your gut instincts, because if you are anything like me, you are usually correct.
I want you to knoe that our current kind was tricked and mislead into a dark fate.
The witches had tricked him giving him false hope feeding his negative ambitions. The king could have had it all in life. The town endowed him with significant respect, even the king had admirations for him, For he could have been grnated the thrown later on in his life. Only one could have only dreamed of achieving such magnitude. Unfortunately, in Macbeth’s cognizance, he wanted to become king, and he wanted that throne immediately or else. He was so gravitated on getting the throne he sold his soul to the witches in echnage for minor truths that the witches knew. Macbeth’s attitude changed. He was agitated because he was so fixated on become king that he wasn’t aware of what was going on right in front of
him.
Macbeth and I have fought side by side for many years. For battling with him together in countless wars, I have ever questioned his loyalty to out friendship. Fame possessed him, and took over hi mind. To really calculate how far he has really fallen, I think you should start with him murdering our beloved friend Duncan, and then murdering me. Son, please don’t cry from my death, I know that you feel empty without me because I also feel the same without you. SomedaY, someone is going to hug you so tight, that all of your broken pieces will stick back together.
Those witches I was talking about shared among them several prophecies about our own future.
These prophecies were the true key to finding our fate in the world. These whitches told me them all, but misheveisly ignored the part in which I die, I curse them every signle day. I am not going to tell you every prophecies of what they mention. I do this in fear that soon one day, the wichtes could trick you into your cruel ending. These witches aren’t like any other, they are powerful, and sinful, they don’t care about the fate of others except their own! I want you to be in control of your own fate. Don’t liocten to anyone. Be what you want to be. I want you to control your life without the stimulus of the evil who lurks in the
shadows.
I just always want you to know, that no matter what you accomplish, I will always be proud of you. Instead of telling you about the prophecies, I wantr you to go out there and have the brightess future you can have. One with noble qualitti3es as of your oen, desrrves the finest of what life brings.
Be just. Be true.
Be great.
Love your father, Fleance