Fictional Insights of Lady McBeth from Macbeth by William Shakespeare

Fictional Insights of Lady McBeth from Macbeth by William Shakespeare

As I sit here and think back to the past events, I wonder if everything that was done was really necessary. I now realise

that it was my own selfishness that drove my husband to the person he has become. I fear him now. I don’t know what

became of me, maybe it was the excitement of the fact that I was to become queen one day. Why couldn’t of I just

waited till the day came naturally, instead of causing it to occur quicker than it should of. Oh why did I do this to myself,

and my husband. People used to worship him like he was king, he was a hero, but now, like myself they fear him. I have

betrayed my people. When he told me of the three weird sisters and of the prophecies they made I was skeptical , but

then he told me that he was declared Thane of Cawdor and I knew the sisters spoke of the truth. Oh why worthy thane

did you unbend your noble strength and succumb to my evilness, you knew it was wrong from the start, but still I

pushed and you being the loyal husband that you were, did as I wished. Now, Duncan is dead, dead from our own

hands, not the grooms that slept withal. "the sleepy and the dead are but as pictures; tis the eye of the childhood that

fears a painted devil……" what a foolish thought that was, I should of listened toyou instead of taking it upon our own

hands to do the deed. My hands are now stained with the blood of Duncan and no matter how hard I scrub it will not

remove itself from my skin. There is a doctor with me, I suppose trying to figure me out. Impossible. All I feel is guilt, I

have no need to speak to anyone, nor a want to. I know I am insane, he knows it and so does the nurse, so why do

they bother to try. Darling husband you saw the danger signs stamped all over me, but ignored them, because when

there is unconditional love there is no judgment. That is the way you saw it, that was the way you always saw it. What

happened, look what you have become. A monster, that is the only way I can express it, a human could not even

contemplate murdering his own best friend, for his own personal gain.