Friend to Foe

Good day to all I’m Banquo, a noble and brave general. According to the witches prophecies my children will inherit the Scottish throne. Before I was killed by my true friend Macbeth, I would say he was a loyal friend because he was always there for me during are battles. We fought together as generals and helped each other very much, like during the Norwegian war; which we won. But has soon as Macbeth met the witches, our relationship had changed. I was with Macbeth when we met the witches and they had presented their first prophecy, which was Macbeth would become king and I wouldn’t. However, my children would inherit the throne. Macbeth then betrayed me and became a traitor to those he killed, pursuing his ambitions (based on the witches’ prophecies).  He became very greedy for power to become throne of Scotland because he knew he would become king. So he killed me and soon after became evil and tried to kill my son Fleance, because the witches predicted my children would become king.  I had tried to lead Macbeth to go along the right path but he was ignorant and chose ambition that led to betrayal and murder. After I was killed my ghost went back to haunt Macbeth which embodies his guilt for killing me. Also my ghost had reminded him of my reaction to the witches’ prophecy.

My Partner Of Greatness

Appearance Vs. Reality

Oh Macbeth, my partner in greatness. With the promise of the three sisters, I will soon become Queen of Scotland and Macbeth will once be my king. I shall accomplish this task with pure ambition. Oh, the time has come when my dreams shall take forth.  My love, Macbeth, shall not wear his heart on his sleeves but must differentiate from what is within. I must not as well share my deepest thoughts with the world. “Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent underneath” (1.6ll65-66). Poor weak Macbeth shall embrace his dire ambitions and reject the doubt that haunts him. My duty must be of the convincing of Macbeth for second thoughts plague him. By this I will question his manhood and proclaim the love he has for me. “And, to be more than what you were, you would be so much more the man” (1.7ll50-51). If not for I, the deed was not to be done. My motivation has guided us for vaulting ambition to full fill. I have called on dark spirits to help not only I but Macbeth through this time. Macbeth has turned into a filthy tyrant in the eyes of his people. Was it not I, however, who planted the seed in his treacherous mind? I who is the light to his candle accomplished a deed that will forever stay with me. Deceiving Macbeth has committed the treason and for that he has placed himself much greater than a husband.  Weak Macbeth has now become brave and noble Macbeth, in the eyes of my own. He now faces the throne of Scotland and a responsibility to his subjects.  Macbeth the time has come. You must rest now as king. No instead you act on impulses that better suit a more devious man. You are no longer confiding in me, the crimes that see past reason or threatens my positions as Queen. Long past sanity; seeing daggers, where should not be sought has Macbeth left me in this world on my own?

 

"One day when you're big and strong, you will be a king."

Zira, the female lioness, has a desired ambition for her son to big king. This way she will take the rightful seat as Queen.

Macbeth -The Evil One

Hark! That Macbeth, the foe of us all. Not only a foe but a fool, an evil fool, wicked as wicked can get. Oh Macbeth, Macbeth; pity I feel for you. Once seen as the brave the honourable Macbeth, now seen as the vicious tyrant. I laugh at Macbeth, my weird sisters and I see you as something else; no less or no more of what you are - demanding, naïve by means of manipulation and evil, more evil than the devil himself. Does no one not notice how bossy Macbeth is? He comes to search for aid; however he’s so demanding, loud and ignorant. Not only does he search for aid he demands it. Is this the way to get what you want, especially from powerful, magical people like my sisters and I? And not only that, when his answers are revealed to him he demands to get the answer he wants to hear! Hark! Macbeth came to my sisters and I to obtain information about his future. He wanted to know if he would stay king and if not who would be? “’How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! What is’t you do?...I conjure you, by that which you profess…answer me…’”(4.1||47-48,50-51). These words make the inside of my mind burn with hate for Macbeth. How dare he walk into our territory demanding us to show him his future! However, we did show him. No half-truths were told, but Macbeth demanded to see what HE wanted to see. We refused to show him, what he wanted to see, but anon; we did. “’I will be satisfied, deny me this and an eternal curse fall on you!’”(4.1||104-105). Ha, I laugh. Macbeth how can you curse the ones who create and are the curses?

Macbeth is not only this vile demanding creature but also a naïve one. His mind is so simple to manipulate and play with, the perfect pawn in the game. All that needs to done in order for Macbeth to act upon chaotic impulse is insert a thought into his mind, no matter how small. The tiniest thought in the tyrants mind can evolve and grow into a huge scheme. When we first visited Macbeth, upon the Heath we set the thought into his mid of becoming King. This became his ambition, he would go against fate to achieve it. He murdered many people, became a tyrant and eventually evil. All because of one thought we put into his mind. All these consequences grew as we continued to feed his ambition with things he asked for. When Macbeth came to us the second time we showed him three apparitions telling the complete truth, that made him believe he could never be defeated. These also pushed him to make sure that these prophecies would become true and eliminate any one in the way of him and his ambitions.

Not only is Macbeth so easy to used and played with so easily, easier than extracting the eye of a newt, he is also an evil, devious villain. This is coming from a witch, I know were characterized as being devious and evil, well we don’t blame society for doing so we are but imagine if were this devious concocting bat winged, strangled baby and wolf tooth potion, how devious must Macbeth be to be called wicked by us? In fact, he is so evil that even the realms of hell would run from him. Hark! The second time Macbeth came to visit us, scene four, we were brewing a potion in the cauldron. After we mixed ingredients like toe of frog, lizard’s leg and liver of blaspheming Jew, my sister acknowledged something evil was coming. “’By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.”(4.1.||44-45). After that, Macbeth showed up. For the sisters of all things dark to identify someone as wicked or evil, that must mean you were born from hell itself, the son of Satan. Hark! Macbeth I despise you, but it was great folly for my sisters and I to play this game with you. Anon, it’s time to be with my sisters again. I take my leave.

- Becky, The First Witch

The bloody tyrant's mask has been removed

A hell-kite ravaging the land much like Macbeth.

Macbeth was once thought honest. He had earned the trust and golden opinions of many while he was a general. Now, as King, he is a hell-kite who destroys effortlessly, consumes all, and spares none. His charade is over.


The murder of Duncan was merely the calm before the storm. Macbeth was hungry: destruction and demise was eminent. I went to England to convince Malcolm to reclaim the throne. I acted too late.


Macbeth took off his mask when he performed his most vile of acts: he murdered my own family! He has no children; he will never know what its like to lose the dearest to our hearts, nor will he know what it's like to be responsible for their death. He cannot be trusted with his own life, let alone an entire country.


How I wish I could have protected them! I should have seen the signs: Duncan, and then Banquo; I was next. It's been coming for some time. Instead, I went to England in an attempt to help my country. With a dead Scotland, and no loved ones, the sun feels cold, and the rain is hard. 

 

"Someone told me long ago

There's a calm before the storm.

I know;

It's been coming for some time.

When it's over, so they say,

It'll rain a sunny day."

"Yesterday, and days before,

Sun is cold and rain is hard."

The only way to make right of my wrongs is to join forces with Malcolm and Siward, so that we may take siege over the his castle and put an end to his miserable life and path of destruction. The one who was most trusted is now the most hated. Beware, Macbeth, for your reckless actions will be matched with mine!

Regrets? I no longer have them.

Tyrannosaurus Rex was a true king of his time. Alone, he ruled his kingdom, and by a fateful occurence from the sky, he and his line died away, to make room for the new kings.

They call me a tyrant. They think that I have lost my mind, and that they can conspire behind my back. But, no! They cannot! I am through playing games and all false hearts must be exposèd!

I have not been getting sleep for the past months on end. Every night I dream that my hands, soaked in the blood of Duncan and Banquo are on the edge of the guillotine. Not only that, but all of Scotland has come to see me get chopped into pieces and devoured by starving mongrels off the street. Every night they announce from behind me, “Here we will experience the beheading of Scotland’s greatest oppressor! As Scotland has bled, so shall Macbeth! As Scotland has suffered, so shall he!” Every night I wake up just as the blade falls. And every night I find myself breathing hard, soaked in sweat, on the verge of crying out to the stars.

‘Tis a good thing that Banquo has been dispatch’d, or else he would have spread suspicion like a wildfire to all the Thanes. As for Macduff, fleeing and treason is a serious crime – his punishment was perfectly suited! This declaration came straight from the blackest pits of my heaven-deprived soul.

In fact, that is where most of my orders come from. Straight from my angry impulses. But what do I have to fear from my own violence? Certainly not consequences! Death may not touch me if it comes in the form of one of woman born, and a moving forest shall never overthrow my kingdom! My soul is the devil’s and my power is great. I have nothing to fear, and as for regrets? I have none.

“I’m a man with a one track mind,

So much to do in one lifetime

Not a man for compromise, and where’s and why’s and living lies

So I’m living it all …

Ain’t much I’m asking,

If you want the truth…

I want it all, I want it all, I want it all and I want it now,

I want it all, I want it all, I want it all and I want it now”