Macbeth: Letter From Lady Macbeth To Macbeth
These last few months have been sorry ones. The actions you and I have
undertaken have played on my conscience, and I am finding it hard to cope. I
realise that the path we had chosen was the wrong one, and even though I
accepted that from the beginning, the consequences of that choice and the mental
anguish that I am experiencing now were unimaginable at the time.
I was pleased when I received your letter telling me of your promotion
to Thane of Cawdor. I am sure
it was a step that pleased you too. But I'm afraid
that my ambition to act on the witches prophecies was to be our downfall. The
of you being king was so great that I lost touch with reason. When the
idea of murdering the king was put forth I know you were hesitant on acting, but
I just had to have my ambition fulfilled. So I pushed you and now I realise that
my persistence was not in our best interests, and I'm sorry for it. Perhaps if I
had left the decision to your judgement we would have been better off.
What I did I only did for you. For you to be king, how could I for see
that we would be worse off. Just the idea that you would be king "would cheer me
ever", but I knew I had to push you to fulfill your potential.
But doubt crept into my mind on the fateful night of Duncans murder. I
would have done it myself if he had not looked like my father. He was resting so
peacefully in the innocence of sleep, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. So
you had to. Who could have imagined the old man would have had so much blood in
him. This blood has stained me forever and I am afraid it has done the same to
you. Nothing can remove this blood. Many nights I would wake in cold sweat and
my hand would be red from my rubbing. The blood just wont leave me, it haunts me
night and day.
But the murder of the Macduff family was just too much. Sometimes I can
hear the cries of the women and young children as they are being killed, and it
is the knowledge that my decisions led to their deaths that I find most
distressing. It is ironic that the actions leading to my demise have also led to
the demise of so many innocent people, including children.
The souls of the victims of our greed have eaten away at my spirit. The
strength that I believed would pull us through in times of trouble could not
endure these past events. I fear that you will not be able to cope on your own,
but I can not go on.
I am finding it hard to keep in touch with reality, sanity. I am only
glad that I am in full control while I am writing this letter to you. But I fear
that this will only be a momentary clarity. And I also know that I can not live
with this torment of my mind for much longer. I have to get away from all this,
and death is the only way I know that will put my soul to rest.
Ever since the day of Duncans death we have drifted apart and all I ask
is that you realise that this was not the way I had planned we would part. So I
leave you dear husband, only hoping that you know that I love you, and that I am
sorry that I must leave you alone. But I must go.