A lettre from banquo to his wife
A letter from Banquo to his wife
To my dearest,
I am gratified to report of our triumph. It was a tough battle, that we have fought for our pride and success. Macbeth hast shown once again valor and mettle.
Without his support I am certain we would hast surrendered long ago. I am grateful of our great victory. It hast unquestionably revived moods and lives.
Whilst we wast coming back from the battle on a murky night some creatures that wast so withered-looking and so wild in their attire we encountered, I believed they couldn’t perchance appertain on this planet.
Howe’er the posters from the devil were standing next to Macbeth and I on earth.
We gazed at their dusky daring dresses.
And they announced themselves as following
“All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, thane of Glamis!”
The weird sisters were saying such good things.
I didn’t apprehend why Macbeth looked so startled, afraid of the things they were saying.
My beloved, I didn’t comprehend why they were greeting Macbeth with noble having and royal hope. But didn’t say anything to me. If they could see how things would turn out, tell me. I didn’t want their favors and I wasn’t afraid of their hatred. I just desired to know.
Macbeth at first wast hesitating to believe what thee creatures said, but then gained knowledge and understanding of what wast occurring and believed it straight away.
I thought that we must have been senseless to have met them and be mad to believe their peculiar bodements. King Duncan’s love for Macbeth isn’t a secret no more.
Dearest, I am scared, I am worried for
Macbeth. He’s evil side could come out and create tensions that I don’t appreciate consuming right now. He could take actions without thinking. You are oblivious, of the appalling programs he could have planned. He’s dauntless, rancor and avarice.
Most of all he is overcredulous.
I am anxious lady Macbeth will do what she always does:
To my dearest,
I am gratified to report of our triumph. It was a tough battle, that we have fought for our pride and success. Macbeth hast shown once again valor and mettle.
Without his support I am certain we would hast surrendered long ago. I am grateful of our great victory. It hast unquestionably revived moods and lives.
Whilst we wast coming back from the battle on a murky night some creatures that wast so withered-looking and so wild in their attire we encountered, I believed they couldn’t perchance appertain on this planet.
Howe’er the posters from the devil were standing next to Macbeth and I on earth.
We gazed at their dusky daring dresses.
And they announced themselves as following
“All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, thane of Glamis!”
The weird sisters were saying such good things.
I didn’t apprehend why Macbeth looked so startled, afraid of the things they were saying.
My beloved, I didn’t comprehend why they were greeting Macbeth with noble having and royal hope. But didn’t say anything to me. If they could see how things would turn out, tell me. I didn’t want their favors and I wasn’t afraid of their hatred. I just desired to know.
Macbeth at first wast hesitating to believe what thee creatures said, but then gained knowledge and understanding of what wast occurring and believed it straight away.
I thought that we must have been senseless to have met them and be mad to believe their peculiar bodements. King Duncan’s love for Macbeth isn’t a secret no more.
Dearest, I am scared, I am worried for
Macbeth. He’s evil side could come out and create tensions that I don’t appreciate consuming right now. He could take actions without thinking. You are oblivious, of the appalling programs he could have planned. He’s dauntless, rancor and avarice.
Most of all he is overcredulous.
I am anxious lady Macbeth will do what she always does: