A/N: We've been reading the play Macbeth in my English class, and one of our assignments was to write a dying speech for either Banquo or Duncan, and to present said speech in front of our classmates. The presentation was a hit, I made itsuper theatrical. Anyway, this is my first attempt at Shakespearean death!fic; it's not nearly as good as The Bard's, though...
Rated for: blood, and death (well, duh)
DISCLAIMER: Forsooth, Macbeth belongs not to me, nor Banquo, nor the Witches, nor anyhing else belonging to one William J. Shakespeare...
And With His Dying Breath
O, life elixir which spills from betwixt my fingers,
Why art thou so quick to leave me?
What great wrong have I done thee to spur such betrayal of my jugular?
Methinks my life is worth far more than thy sovereignty. (pause)
Alas, thou flow'st from me still. Is there no way to avert thee from thy mortal course?
(shudder) The Boneman beckons but I shan't yet go.
For what shalt become'st of my Fleance, who like the goodliest of sons
Did run from this pit of treachery when I begged him such?
Where hast thou flown, or where shalt thou flee, if thou hast not yet lept
into the mothering arms of Safety? May she bestow upon thee much in the way of succor,
my son.
Thou hast a bright road ahead of thee, Fleance, if thou can keepest a fair head thyself.
Stray not to the path of dice hounds and drunkards, for their influence will be thy downfall.
Keep thee away from men of ambition as well
For my warning is the same. Thine greatness shalt be only such if thou art
Of noble heart and righteous mind.
(sputtering cough, gasp) Fie, fie, fie! Witches, foul hags!
Thou hast given Macbeth a prophecy that rings true,
Yet thou foresaw me greater and happier than he.
False! O false!
Fate, look thy singular eye upon me now and dare to call me a happy man!
Bearded hags! I can only hope the last of thee spake proper
For if my Fleance should meet some unhappy end
If he or his progeny fail to collect
The aurea'd prize so promised to them
I curse thee, to heaven or to hell, whichever makes thee sicken most!
(hack, sputter) Collect me, Boneman, the time for leave is nigh. (dies)
FIN
Love it, think it's blasphemy? Review, I want to know!
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