Jan 22, 2020
Dread
The king is dead! Now the dread of discovering the body! My body rushes, thoughts set to run wild. All of a sudden, I heard, “Mean you his majesty?” Lennox finally spoke up, shaking me from my thoughts. “Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight with a new Gorgon:--do not bid me speak; See, and then speak yourselves” (2.3.843-46) Macduff exclaimed. I dare not see the body , the blood is still fresh. Yet they are yelling. I can not believe it is don't. Soon the castle will be amidst the chaos, and soon I will have to shed more blood. So who would have murdered our gracious king? The drunken guards, the ones I killed to mask my true intentions.
