Post Number Four ; Slowly Paying the Price

I will never forget how much Duncan looked like my father. As the days past by, I become more deeply affected by this deed. I have to acknowledge the fact that I have been involved greatly in plotting this murder. I’m becoming weaker and weaker everyday. I constantly utter my regrets in my sleep, “Out damned spot! Out I say! One: Two: why then ‘tis time to do‘t: hell is murky Fie, my lord, fie, as older and afraid? What need we fear account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had such blood in him” My conditions have grown to be much worse. This was not the outcome I was expecting. I cannot sleep at night, and if I do, I experience terrifying dreams. This burden of my conscience is too great for my mental and physical conditions. “My hands are of your colour: but I shame to wear a heart so white.” This Gentlewoman consults a doctor. I don’t know why, they’re “observed” my actions. These nightmares are overwhelming me. Is it true what they say, that I need spiritual help? When will I overcome peace in my mind, all these nightmares? The strain upon my nerve will never be relaxed. My misery is that of a troubled conscience, together with pity and sympathy for my beloved Macbeth.

It is not that he has committed the crime, but that he must eat his meals in fear, and sleep in the affliction of terrible dreams--dreams of detection and retribution.

I can no longer hear the torments of my guilt; I am gradually becoming a victim of my ambition …

-Ashley Harrichan

Post Number Three; The killing of King Duncan

  It has been couple of hours since we have commited those bloody sins. I first had to get Duncan's guards so drunk that they practically fainted, imagine the horror that they will wake up to. I had a dagger in my hand and I was right next to Duncan, I would have done the deed myself if the man didn't look so much like my father. So I rushed out of the King's room without making a sound, met with Macbeth and gave him another one of my pep talks and explained the whole situation; Macbeth always does exactly what I say when I question his manhood. I handed him the dagger and all I could do is wait.
       
        He had returned and to my suprise he did not fail, he had killed Duncan and our plan was almost complete. I had to just simply place the daggers on the knocked-out guards and we had suceeded in our goal. Future Queen of Scotland did not seem so distant, as soon as everyone wakes up Macbeth would be declared King.


I better get some sleep for my great acting skills are needed for tommorow. But sleep does not easily come when I can not erase the image of bloody hands from my mind. Could this be remorse I am feeling, or did the evil spirits I asked for did not pull through? My poor Macbeth looks no better than I currently do because right now he seems to be tossing and turning in his sleep. Night to you all.

-Russel Canceran

Post Number Two; Contribution to the Plan of Killing Duncan

There is only one thing left to do. The only possible way for Macbeth to be granted his rightful place as king is to Kill Duncan.  My ambitious masculine features will help with the pursuit of this crime to fall in place. I will call on dark spirits to rid all traces of ethic behavior and mortality. “Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, and fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full of direst cruelty” (1.5ll40-43).  I, the brains and strength of this most treacherous of deeds will get the job done. With vaulting ambition I have created a plan that shall succeed. Queen, ah, I can almost feel the sensation of noble benefits. But first I must full fill the plan I created. For if not, I will be stuck in a life time of serving a king I show false loyalty towards.  I will, however have to bring unnecessary doubt in the mind of my troubled husband. “Wouldst thou have that which thou esteem’st the ornament of life, and live a coward in thine own esteem? Letting “I dare not” wait upon “I would”, like the poor cat I’ the adage? (1.7ll41-44). This deed will create a deep bond between Macbeth and I which will allow trust for future events to occur. With Macbeth on board, my greatest of desired ambitions as Queen will happen in the near future.

 A place where I learn deception in the means of meditation

-Sahra Hassan

Post Number One; The Letter from Macbeth

I woke up this morning after an extensive sleep, coming down for a cup of coffee in my long gown of pale blue silk gathered at my waist by a belt of cloth and gold web. Drinking a cup of tea, cautiously watching out for any spills on my gown, I was reading a letter Macbeth wrote to me. It says, “I have run into three witches who told me about a prophecy that I would be Thane of Cawdor, then later on after a few obstacles, the King of Scotland. – Macbeth”. I can’t believe what I just read. This can’t be true! I can’t deem it. My husband… King of Scotland? How is this possible? King Duncan is still alive, and so is his son. Unless... King Duncan dies? “Woudst not play false, and yet woudst wrongly win. – Act I / Scene 5, pg 23 – 22”. I do not like cheating, but I rather cheat to win than lose. That throne I want for my husband, and we will win that together. Winning the throne it a way of disgust is cheating, but as long as I win, I don’t mind how I win. But how can I believe some prophecy that three witches say? “Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem to have thee crown’d withal – Act I/ Scene 5, pg 25 – 29”. But if it’s a prophecy it must be true, it’s a prediction uttered under a divine inspiration. Either way I can’t let this chance get by! If Macbeth’s the king, I will be the Queen. The Queen of Scotland … that sounds remarkable, such great royalty draws closer as I can just see it before me. “The ignorant present, and I feel now the future in the instant. – Act I/ Scene 6, pg 27 – 57”. I can already see Macbeth as King before my eyes, I feel so pleased and privileged to be the wife of the future King of Scotland. As I fantasize what the future holds for me and my husband, the Messenger walks in and lets me know, King Duncan is on his way to the castle of Inverness to meet the Thane of Cawdor. I must prepare for his visit. Little does King Duncan knows what he’s in for …  

- Nevetha Kunaratnam