THE DIARY OF MACBETH
THE DIARY OF MACBETH
Before The Murder
I still remember the witches and their prophecy and I am not sure what to make of it. Should I tell my wife? I believe I should but what will she make of it, she is an ambitious women and will be thrilled to find out the news or at least I think she will. But why would she not be happy to find out, that in my future I will no longer a thane, but I will move on to bigger and better things. For my future is foretold that I will become King of Scotland. But how am I to achieve this. Duncan is a friend of mine and trusts me like a brother. How could I deceive him, however although I enjoy our friendship I do not believe him to be fit for the throne. I am the one who should be in charge, to lead the people of Scotland to glory. I deserve the thrown. How can I have these thoughts they are thoughts of evil. King Duncan doesn’t deserve this treachery. He is the King, the man chosen from God to lead the Scottish people. I do not know what I should do, but when I talk with my wife we shall decide together. She usually knows what is right. For now I will try to get a good sleep and think about the long journey back home.
During The Murder
As I put the pillow to Duncan’s chest I felt sick, I felt like no one could or should trust me. For Duncan is my friend, what would my friends think. So I put the dagger down and quickly thought of turning back. He saw me and when I saw the look in his eyes, I knew then he wouldn’t forgive me if I I just left he would most likely send me to prison. So I built up all my courage and stabbed the dagger through his chest, then a second time through his heart to make sure he was dead. I ran back to room where my wife was. As I got back I had realised I had forgotten to frame the guards and cover up my tracks. Because I was to shocked with what I have done I was devastated and had partially lost my mind I couldn’t complete the deed, so my wife had to cover my tracks. I felt less of a man but what was done
Before The Murder
I still remember the witches and their prophecy and I am not sure what to make of it. Should I tell my wife? I believe I should but what will she make of it, she is an ambitious women and will be thrilled to find out the news or at least I think she will. But why would she not be happy to find out, that in my future I will no longer a thane, but I will move on to bigger and better things. For my future is foretold that I will become King of Scotland. But how am I to achieve this. Duncan is a friend of mine and trusts me like a brother. How could I deceive him, however although I enjoy our friendship I do not believe him to be fit for the throne. I am the one who should be in charge, to lead the people of Scotland to glory. I deserve the thrown. How can I have these thoughts they are thoughts of evil. King Duncan doesn’t deserve this treachery. He is the King, the man chosen from God to lead the Scottish people. I do not know what I should do, but when I talk with my wife we shall decide together. She usually knows what is right. For now I will try to get a good sleep and think about the long journey back home.
During The Murder
As I put the pillow to Duncan’s chest I felt sick, I felt like no one could or should trust me. For Duncan is my friend, what would my friends think. So I put the dagger down and quickly thought of turning back. He saw me and when I saw the look in his eyes, I knew then he wouldn’t forgive me if I I just left he would most likely send me to prison. So I built up all my courage and stabbed the dagger through his chest, then a second time through his heart to make sure he was dead. I ran back to room where my wife was. As I got back I had realised I had forgotten to frame the guards and cover up my tracks. Because I was to shocked with what I have done I was devastated and had partially lost my mind I couldn’t complete the deed, so my wife had to cover my tracks. I felt less of a man but what was done