A letter from Lady MacbethA letter from Lady Macbeth
Every night Lady Macbeth writes a letter in her sleep:
This is my confession; perhaps it will wipe help clean this blood off my hands?
I sold my soul for the crown that rests upon my head; it was I who corrupted
Macbeth. I lured honest Duncan into my castle, yet when I saw him lying there,
looking like my father, I could not raise the dagger myself. There is blood on
my hands and it stains my heart. The image of Duncan painted crimson is within
my mind day and night; I cannot escape it.
Yet, dear God, that was not my last sin. I corrupted Macbeth further still. When
we planned to Duncan I told him, "be the serpent beneath the flower." He has
done what I asked; now I hardly recognise him. No longer am I his partner of
greatness, but his downfall.
Brave, honest Banquo is dead at the hands of Macbeth! It is my fault, as I do
blame myself for the death of Lady Macduff and her children. These hands will
never be clean! I can smell the blood, so strong no perfume could ever cover it.
My soul is lost! I can never be forgiven in human eyes nor that of the Lords;
hell is murky. I am beyond redemption. I do not want to live in this earth any
longer with what I have done – yet I fear what lies beyond

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