A Spout of Good Acting

While we are tucked away in our chambers, the porter answers the door. The troublesome knockers turn out to be Macduff and Lennox. Macbeth leaves the chambers and goes out to talk to them. They inquire about Duncan and Macbeth sends them to his room explaining that he is asleep still. Moments later I hear Macduff's cries of horror. I chose to now make my appearance, and being the good actress I am, I pretend to be disgusted that such a horror has taken place in my own home.

When Malcolm and Donalbain arrive, they are told of their father's death and how it was most likey the chamberlains that did it. Then my husband announces that he has killed the chamberlains in his fury. This actually makes me proud of him, it redeemed the cowardly way he acted earlier. However, this makes Macduff suspicious of Macbeth, but my suddenly clever husband blames his killing spree on the strong outrage felt due to the death of his king. I then take this que to put the icing on my acting cake. I fall to the ground and pretend to have fainted, it is the perfect distraction and now all attention is on me.

In my abscence Malcolm and Donalbain decide it is in their best interest to leave for they are not convinced the chamberlains were the murders. My husband and banquo then rally the lords to talk about what has happened. Later, Macduff goes outside to share the news with Ross that my darling husband has been named king by the lords. He must go off to Scone to be crownded. He has finally made me proud of him, for I will now be the wife of a king. To be honest I did not have a lot of faith in him but he actually pulled off the plan.

Complications

I was standing there with Macbeth waiting for him to calm down from his flustered state. Then I saw them... they were dripping the thick blood of the fallen king. My cowardly husband still held the daggers in his hands. He was clutching them tightly, as if he was afraid to let them go. "What have you done!", I exclaimed in a fury. I was madder then I had ever been. He was ruining our perfect plan and our chances at greatness.

I grabbed the daggers from him, "I would be ashamed to be as cowardly as you!", I snapped. I was disgusted that I had married such a wimp of a man. I quickly went to Duncan's chambers and placed the daggers on the drunken guards. I returned to the hall and found Macbeth is a sad state. As if that wasn't bad enough, I then heard a soft knock echoing through the halls. I paused but only for a moment, I moved quickly. If anyone was going to keep this plan in order it had to be me. I quickly rushed Macbeth off to our bed chambers to wash away the blood and rid our selves of any possible accusation.

The Night To Change Our Status

It was the middle of the night and Duncan had long ago fallen asleep. I was to ring the bell to signal to Macbeth that it was time for him to do the nasty deed. I could have easily done it myself but my husband needs to do this. He needs to man up and take what should be his. If he is unable to do so then he does not deserve to be king, for a king can’t have a weak spine. I ring the bell and all I can think is that he better stick to the plan.

I wait in the hall for Macbeth to come to me. Then I hear him cry out and become frightened that the chamberlains have awakened. I reassure myself that our plan could not have failed and I softly call to him. He appears moments later and is covered in the sticky, crimson blood of Duncan. He is badly shaken but says the deed is done. Macbeth then says to me, "As I was killing him I kept hearing, Macbeth will sleep no more". This causes me to worry that his conscience will be quickly torn by his guilt.