Lady Macbeth's Diary

Enter Lady Macbeth: She is nervous, her eyes are set on her fiddling thumbs.We can see ehr anxiety in her facial expression as she paces the stage.

Lady Macbeth:Poisoned. Poisoned by my anxious hand.T'is was the ale in their blood that sleeps them now and fills my aching soul with fear. Dead they seem with eyelids closed and bodies still. Innosent with guilty hands. Hands which hath seen no blood nor eager weapon.Hands of betrayal now. Hands of anothers crime.

: Lady Macbeth stands still and solumn, her eyes never fixing on the audience but at one spot in the centre of the stage.

T'is was macbeth. Macbeth that did the dead. Alack, I am afraid I've failed. When the hour came t' was me whose conscious died. My courage thawted. My eyes fixed on his translating my fathers.Unable to destroy again the love that bound my childhood innocence with love.The love that was once destroyed before.The hopes and dreams my life had held had fallen when, apon the still of night my fathers heart had stopped. And now his eyes lay sill in the sleeping eyes of Duncan.My hand was unable to stike for fear of killing my own.

: Lady Macbeths eyes are wide and her sights have still not moved from centre stage. As if in a state of shock she sits on a chair situated to the left of the stage.

Me thought mine eyes had decieved me.

: She whispers

My husband daggers in hand..

: As if she can see him now

What hands hath he? Hands stained of anothers wound. Mine eyes darn't look. The daggers of the two upstairs.

: She bends her head back slightly and looks up at the ceiling as if the men are still ...

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: Lady Macbeths eyes are wide and her sights have still not moved from centre stage. As if in a state of shock she sits on a chair situated to the left of the stage.

Me thought mine eyes had decieved me.

: She whispers

My husband daggers in hand..

: As if she can see him now

What hands hath he? Hands stained of anothers wound. Mine eyes darn't look. The daggers of the two upstairs.

: She bends her head back slightly and looks up at the ceiling as if the men are still up there. She is clearly quite disturbed.

His eyes see nothing and his head, a head full of mixed confusion, confusion in his face and steps, steps to danger. I need to clear the path that lies for him, a path with light not seen. Blind. Walls that block his sight. No sight hath he.

Be rid of the bloody blade and the colour of thy hands. Let a little water clear them. My Macbeth, thoughtless.Unable to tell left from right. He stands, on the outside, with body bold and srong,and yet he is just that of an innocent girl inside.He whimpers, inside he is not stong he whimpers,distraught. My feminine stupidity now his. And his bold and fierce look now mine and I am the stong contestant.

And so, with daggers two in hand I diliver the blades upstairs.

Duncan? T'was it really him?The glamorous gentleman I shared a joyful evening with tonight? With graceful movement he and I had danced. Mine eyes shone brightly but my heart was cold. And now nolonger the graceful gentleman I once knew, but slaghterd, deprived of thou beauty. No longer man but part of god. But now, apon the stable floors of earth, his bloody eyes strike me and force mine eyes away.

: Lady Macbeth now stands up and starts to move down stage still cupping her hand together and still looking terribly anxious.

Macbeth. Oh my strong Macbeth. What feminine body hath captured thee? What womanly thoughts dose thou think of now? Thou is't scared, scared of thy fate.

: As if talking directly to him.

Stand tall Macbeth and let thy masculinity take over thou thoughts again. Forget your state and get the to sleep. Closed eyes will release thy strain, and take thee away to another distant place where my Macbeth can rest. Get thee to bed my love and at the hour of eight shall we awake again. Forget this business.

: Lady Macbeth stands silent for a second and thinks. She thenlifts her head and walks gracefully off the stage. Lights fade.