Monologue Of Lady Macbeth

Will these hands never be clean? No matter how much I wash these hands, the blood of our noble king will always remain. All the perfumes of Arabia will never sweeten this little hand. It was never supposed to happen like this… This was never a part of the plan. I did not know that this would be the way that I would feel. All I wanted was the best for my noble lord. We were just supposed to kill Duncan then we could have gotten what we desired for so long… freedom, power, Macbeth for king. Duncan’s death was not for us the tragedy I made out. I feel inside a boiling up of horrors, which I cannot escape from. For no longer can I endure the visions of my mind. I can no longer live knowing I was responsible for our king being killed. I know that I need to tell the world of what I have done to our most noble king Duncan but I know then, I will be a victim of my own crime. Now that I think about it, it was when I went back and saw the body of Duncan; I saw the enormity of what we had done. I had suddenly been hit with a force far greater than I could ever
He used to talk with me, tell me of his dreams, yet recently he rarely speaks to me, let alone look at me the way he used to. It torments me to see my one love in this way. Distancing him self more and more from all those he was once familiar with. Never have I loved another as I love he and it kills me inside to see him steeply spiraling out of control. Did I do this? Did I create this monster? I stripped my noble lord of all the control he once had and I then inhaled it. I set him into action. I gave him to desire to kill. Ever since our king Duncan was killed, we both went separate ways. He went off on his own, started to make his own plans where I, left alone am yet to accept the heartless crime we, together, have committed. He, now a bloodthirsty monster, is willing to kill all those in his way to secure his time on the throne, all because of