Un-Sex Me

"Come, you spirits/That tend on mortal thoughts, UNSEX ME HERE,/And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full/of direst cruelty!"

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So, I kind of lost my nerve... NOT!

I played them like a freaking harp.  I was "awoken" to such a commotion this morn, the likes of which mine eyes have never seen. Of course, I knew exactly what was going on, but did anyone know that (besides Macbeth)? ABSOLUTELY NOT! I rushed to my husband's side to "see what all the racket was". My words couldn't have sounded more sincere. When I came into the room I said, "What's the business,/That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley/The sleepers of the house? Speak, speak" (II.iii.89-91). They truly believed I didn't know what had transpired the night before... Oh, the looks on their faces! Lol, they were priceless! So, when I hear Macduff break the news to Banquo, I shout, "Woe, alas!/What, in our house" (II.iii.98-99). All the men were in such turmoil, it created the perfect atmosphere. No one even noticed the look of guilt upon my husband's brow.  To top it all off, I executed a perfect faint. I don't know how I was able to actually do it, but I did. The urge just came over me, and I executed it perfectly. No one suspected a thing... The plan went perfectly (; That's it for now.. Oh, by the way, you're reading a post from the woman who will most likely be your NEW QUEEN :D

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HE IS LITERALLY THE MOST LARGESS IMBECILE ON EARTH!

So, I'm sitting there, waiting to get the news of Duncan's death, and Macbeth walks in. However, he's in a stupor, and THE IDIOT IS STILL CARRYING THE WEAPONS HE MURDERED DUNCAN WITH. If there's something more conspicuous, I cannot think of it. I mean, imagine if he had run into someone while walking back to our room. So, of course, the man is just beside himself with fear. I said to him, "You do unbend your noble strength to think/So brainsickly of things. Go get some water/And wash this filthy witness from your hand" (II.ii.63-65). That's all you need, after all. You just pour a little water on your hands, and like Pontius Pilate, all your sends are washed clean.

I was then forced to take matters into my own hands. "Give me the daggers," I said to him, "The sleeping and the dead/Are but as pictures" (II.ii.73-75). I then took the daggers, and placed them on the dead guards' bodies. I also had to wipe blood all over their faces.  It just further proves that women have far more mettle then men in grave matters such as these. But alas, I must now retire as there is someone knocking at our door.  Until I post again, my faithful followers.

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I tried my best...

"Had he not resembled/My father as he slept, I had done't" (II.ii.17). I had him in my sights... The dagger was in my hands... I just couldn't bring myself to go through with it. All of the fame, reputation, wealth and power that would've come with that single fatal blow flashed before my eyes... The dagger stopped short, and I ran out of the room. What was I to do? He was the spitting image of my dear, late father... The memories that crashed down on me like a tidal wave made me nauseous. I guess Macbeth will have to do it after all... I just hope he's man enough. Oh! Macbeth's coming! GTG, TTYL!