These last few months have been sorry ones. The actions you and I have
accepted that from the beginning, the consequences of that choice and the mental
anguish that I am experiencing now were unimaginable at the time.
I was pleased when I received your letter telling me of your promotion
to Thane of Cawdor. I am sure it was a step that pleased you too. But I’m afraid
idea of murdering the king was put forth I know you were hesitant on acting, but
I just had to have my ambition fulfilled. So I pushed you and now I realise that
my persistence was not in our best interests, and I’m sorry for it. Perhaps if I
had left the decision to your judgement we would have been better off.
What I did I only did for you. For you to be king, how could I for see
that we would be worse off. Just the idea that you would be king “would cheer me
ever”, but I knew I had to push you to fulfill your potential.
would have done it myself if he had not looked like my father. He was resting so
my hand would be red from my rubbing. The blood just wont leave me, it haunts me
night and day.
distressing. It is ironic that the actions leading to my demise have also led to
the demise of so many innocent people, including children.
strength that I believed would pull us through in times of trouble could not
but I can not go on.
I am finding it hard to keep in touch with reality, sanity. I am only
that this will only be a momentary clarity. And I also know that I can not live
with this torment of my mind for much longer. I have to get away from all this,
and death is the only way I know that will put my soul to rest.
Ever since the day of Duncans death we have drifted apart and all I ask
is that you realise that this was not the way I had planned we would part. So I
sorry that I must leave you alone. But I must go.