My beloved Macbeth

all too late. I have ruined everything you

worked so hard for.

You were a role model to everyone who knew you. Well respected, brave and

loyal, you served your

country and gained the trust of our king. He rewarded you well and would

have rewarded you further, but now I've

destroyed everything. I am filled with pain and anguish and hopeless despair

and all I can offer you is that when I

am gone it may relieve some of the guilt I have put upon your soul.

I recall being overcome with emotion when you returned to me after the

battle and you were given

the title Thane of Cawdor. I was filled with joy in seeing you and

anticipation of what the future would hold. After

speaking with you about your meeting with the witches and the prophecies

they foretold, impatience gripped my

spirit and my uncompromising desire for you to ascend the throne forced me

to plot and plan our next moves to

power.

I planned we would take Duncan's life that night, when he was invited to

or banquet, but I did not have the

power to continue so I had to call on the evil spirits to possess my body

and help remove all trace of weakness and

compassion. I wanted power more than anything and there seemed to be nothing

that could stand in my way.

Oh, how I wish I had listened when you said you had changed your mind

about killing Duncan, but the

spirits drove me into persuading you to carry out the awful deed. After you

had killed Duncan you seemed afraid of

your acts of betrayal towards your king but I was so selfish I only ever

thought of the power I would gain when you

were king. I told you not to think of our deeds and when you showed me the

blood on your hands I calmly said that

'a little water will wash away our deeds '.

When the others found out about Duncan's death I was shocked at the way you

killed Duncan's men and

although most people thought you were just being loyal to your king I feel

sure some people realised the truth.

My heart aches as I remember our Coronation banquet. It should have been

such a happy event - our

crowning glory. But instead it was filled uncertainty and anguish. When you

stood to praise absent Banquo's good

name your sudden insane actions and words, as though you had seen a ghost,

sent terror through me, and though I

managed to prevent you revealing your guilt to everyone, the night was

destroyed and I later began to wonder just

what we had accomplished in our deeds.

I was hurt, my love, when I discovered you had arranged for the murder of

Banquo and Fleance. You had

always told me everything, every plan, every hope, every desire; I remember

your words, 'my dearest partner of

greatness'. But suddenly things had changed. Our lack of communication made

me feel isolated and alone.

I grieved, my dearest husband, when I learnt about the death of Lady Mac

Duff and her children. Did these

poor souls innocent of all crimes have to die? To what depths have our

initial deeds led us?

Treachery, misery, violence and insanity are the crimes we committed.

Climbing through the wreckage of

my twisted decisions I realise that together we barred reality and lived

blindly. Once our fellow countrymen break

through the wall of lies, rage will be unstoppable. All this I cannot bear

to witness. So this, my final deed, will spare

me from a world I cannot face.

All praise to you, the conscious one, who is left to suffer the wound. My

heart is with you always,

Your eternal love.