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Forth day of the Oak Moon
Dearest and most loyal record of my lives daily movement and events.
This day the cursed breath of Hecate hath blown across me and my most brave and noble, companion Macbeth. Whilst we returned home from the battle against the foul traitors, three wild enchantresses of the earth didst appear and they spake concerning noble Macbeth's future. Thane of Cawdor they called him: for thane he is, then of Glamis, though Glamis is held true by another. In their third pronouncement, yet most grievous of all, they hailed him King of Scotland, though this doth not exist within the realm of possibility. Then I bade them to speak of my future and that of my seed's. They hailed me then, not as king, but as one that shalt get them and whose line will be royal. Though king I be none kings my sons shall be.
But mine own heart, which doeth beat strong against my breast even now, doth yet betray some hidden trouble and disguised treachery. It, which fouls the air and circles in ever closer to our benevolent and much loved ruler, the most magnanimous Duncan, brings trouble to my senses. Treachery is whispered in the wind, which doth blow the hearts of men asunder in its deceptive storm. No birds do now soar in the darkening sky, for it is as though the very heart of nature herself is troubled. The earth is at war with itself and doeth shake with fury. What but the threat of danger to Gods anointed ruler could as such move the earth and frighten the forest. I pray that the words of those soiled demon women doth not move the heart of brave Macbeth. Warned he was, of the evils spoken by ones of the same kind. Those strange three held no good in them and I fear the truth they may use for their own foul purpose. The devils servant doth try always to destroy the harmony of mankind in ways such as this. I fear brave Macbeth's love of power may yet overcome his love of Duncan. If we had but never heard that accursed prophecy my mind could be at rest and not alive with fears and accusations. Cleave not to these unearthly and fantastical speculations most loyal Macbeth for they shall lead to thy destruction. And though I have also been promised much greatness I fear it may be purchased in blood, for that is often the price of success. I pray once more that my womanish fears are just the misgivings of a weary traveller and not the truths of a wise man, for that would our fair country's undoing.
Banquo
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