Journal 3 - A crimson dawn

Macbeth, you may be my husband and a future king, but you are so rarely the man that you could be.  I spite you, the one who throws his own glorious future away.  The crown is yours to wear if only you would seize the opportunity. 

Oh spirits of the night, give him a spine so that he may do what must be done.  Let his passiveness become aggressiveness; his loyalty become murderous intent.  Our plan - no my plan - will be set in motion momentarily. 

When Duncan's servants are asleep with wine I shall ring the bell.  Two tolls and then the king will die.  A new monarch shall be crowned and Duncan’s servants will be blamed.  Should an heir have been name, it does not matter; he will be disposed of and Macbeth will be king.  No man or woman shall obstruct my our cause! 

We must succeed tonight.  No greater opportunity will present itself during our life.  The time nears.  I must go and this deed must be done.  

Who will be king at the dawn of the new day? Macbeth.