Macbeth script writing

unseen sight.So turbulent the night’s events‘Tis a puzzle that makes no sense.So troubled and disturbed His MajestyMadness? It could be.Enter Second ServantA disturbing nightThou agree?Ay’His Majesty must be illTo speak such of such madnessFrightening the Devil himselfAs if he saw a ghost!Perhaps he didFor did thou not see his face?Petrified, he was.Spirits haunting good Macbeth?Loyal servant to the late DuncanHonorable man, respected man.No horror has he done to be cursedWith sights that a good man Would not see.The good Lady was distressedSeeing her Lord in such a state.So foul and fair a day for them bothA glorious coronation, a horrifying illness.The black clouds loom above usSwallowing the heavens.The murder of DuncanThe illness that dawns on Macbeth.What other misfortunes lie aheadWhat say you?The darkness is inevitableIt comes as it wishesConsuming the lightOf mankind.Sleep will be granted no moreNature has been disturbedThe balance; broken - (Horrified) Speak no more of this!Your words itselfSuch as a cold, lifeless handClutching upon my heartI gasp at the chills emittedStealing the warmth away.So be itWe will speak no furtherShould my words cause distress to thee.        Pray not my dreamsWill be filled with horrorShould sleep be granted onto me.I must attend to duties elsewhereI bid thee goodnight.Exit Second Servant(To herself) Yes, indeedGoodnight, I bid thee.Sleep better than I shallI pray thee.For images of death and goreHaunt my mind to this instant.Such confusion in Scotland!‘Twas as if our spoils of warAre nothing but misfortune.Our victory brings upon a lossThat will lead Scotland to its downfall?Such betrayalFrom the late Thane of CawdorSuch tragedy that has been the deathOf the good DuncanSuch scorpions that invade the mindOf the respected Macbeth, His Majesty.I fear tomorrow, tomorrow, and tomorrowThat shall come For God Himself, knows of the outcomeWhich is shadowed from usMere mortals of the Earth.Enter Third ServantGood evening, fellow friendI assume that the guests have left?Ay’. All the Lords and Ladies have leftQuiet, is the castle.Quick to leave, they wereIt’pears His Majesty gave them quite a frightMuch worried, they were, of His Majesty’s healthHis state of mind.I blame them notFor the man who has befallen ill‘Tis the man who will rule the country.Safe? Will they be?In the hands of the present KingWhose inner demons seem to conquer himInstead of His Majesty conquering them.I pray for His Majesty’s recovery.So do I. The early hours of tomorrow are fast approachingI wish to rest my tired bonesAnd be rid of all this mishapGoodnight to you. Goodnight. And may you rest well. Exit Third ServantSpeak no more of this, I will’Tis time to put these thoughts to a standstillWhat shall happen, will happen itselfThe only one who has controlis God Himself.                                                                                Exeunt