King Macbeth of Scotland!
Just like the witches said a fortnight ago, I did become King of Scotland. I was crowned two days ago. Now I am in Dunsinane on my new throne, but I am not as happy as you might think. In fact, I am feeling terrible. I cannot sleep and cannot wash off the feeling of blood on my hands. I have terrible nightmares and terrible visions because of one terrible reason; I killed King Duncan. This is how it happened: When I went to the castle at Inverness, I told my wife about the Witches' prophecy. She told me to stage a murder at the upcoming party and kill King Duncan. I was struck and disgusted by her statement, but she teased me for it by telling me to be a man. Soon she convinced me and then in the middle of the next night I took a dagger and killed the King in his sleep. When news spread the two heirs Malcolm and Donalbain fled so they would not be killed. Then everyone blamed them for the death and I was made king.
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