Monologue Of Lady Macbeth

O Horror, horror, horror,
The sun is strangled by the night, as day is too weak and night too strong. Darkness glooms over the earth when it’s meant to be light. You can hear the cries of grief, strange screams of deaths ushering in a woeful new age. I even dream now of the weird women, I see those things offering sacrifices to the goddess Hectate, and no Merciful power is keeping away the nightmares that plague me when I rest. He is king, the thane of Cawdor, and the thane of Glamis, he is everything the weird women promised, even though it was my family damned to that fate. But the witches told the truth about him, then maybe it is true what they said about me. But no! I refuse retaliate, because the prophecy, shined a future of prosperity,

It was their poisonous words and foul phrases behind my partners sin. Macbeth! My own friend whose veins are filled with blue blood. How could he give in when I did not? Is he weaker than the man I once knew? Did a shivering canine unburden him with it’s infectious jaws? Or has he been hiding under the skirts of “noble Thane of Cawdor?” Has Cawdor been wrapped by the new Macbeth who was birthed by the foul words of the weird women and a slave to their fatal ideas?
I guess it our closest relatives to most likely to murder us while we sleep. Such betrayal! Here I see the face of whom I once trusted, whom I shared my sorrows and my guilt. My brother who has succumbed to the cry of his mistress who is more deadly than Lady Macbeth – his mistress “lust for power”. I fear Macbeth has ruined years of glory to satisfy his pestilent ambition and to fulfil a prophecy that will damn his soul. Macbeth! What has my dear friend done, that I can feel the knife slice the base of my skull. Has he poisoned lives with his blade that has driven to the death of our friendship?
Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! For I see his true self now with my own eyes. I’m putting myself in God’s hands now because the Thane of Glamis, “noble Thane of Glamis”, - who will not be forgiven in death, is