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ACT SCENE TWO

(Enter Lady Macbeth, speaking aloud to herself)

Lady Macbeth: The servant said my lord was here. I need to speak to him and learn his thoughts…

What we now have, brings no delight.

Our brightest day has turned to darkest night.

We are not safe, there is no joy,

When guilt and horror our own lives destroy.

(Enter Macbeth)

Why, my dear lord, do you walk alone, with only your sad thoughts for company? Such thoughts should all be buried with the dead. Nothing can change things now. What’s done is done.

Macbeth: The deed’s half done. The snake is wounded, but we have not killed it. It will turn again and poison us - there’s nothing we can do. I eat in fear, my dreams are terrible. I’d rather end it all, than live like this - tormented day and night by thoughts and dreams. Duncan is in his grave, where he sleeps well. No treason, fear or harm can touch him there.

Lady Macbeth: Come, my dear lord, put all these fears aside. Be bright and cheerful among your guests tonight.

Macbeth: Of course, I will, my love, and so will you. Pay most attention, dear, to noble Banquo. Your looks and words must flatter him to keep us safe. I’ll do the same. Our faces are the masks that hide black hearts - black with our evil thoughts.

Lady Macbeth: Don’t talk like that.

Macbeth: Oh, dreadful thoughts torment me, my dear wife. Banquo and his Fleance are alive, you know…

Lady Macbeth: They will not live forever. I know that too.

Macbeth: That’s true. That’s very true. Be happy then. Before the last light of bright day has gone and been replaced by blackness, there shall be done a truly wicked deed.

Lady Macbeth: What deed? What will be done?

Macbeth: It’s better you don’t know. Approve it, when it’s done. Come, black night, and with your darkness blind the bright eye of day.

So that the murderer can end the life of him who walled me up in fear. Look where darkness comes, as birds fly to their nests. Good things of day will soon all be asleep as night’s cruel hunter’s wake to take their place. My words are strange, I know, but do not fear. Evil grows darker still, when night is here. Each wicked deed strengthens the next to come. So, dear wife, go with me.

(Exit Macbeth and Lady Macbeth)