It has been just under 48 hours since King Duncan has passed. Based on what I heard a dagger was plunged into his chest. Banquo also died not long after. Banquo sons are worried for their safety and have fled to England and Ireland. However, I cannot let that stop me from having a good time at the inaugural dinner for our new King Macbeth. I walk into the candle lit castle covered head to toe with cobblestone. Everyone is talking, laughing, and having a good time. I sit down at the table and join their conversation, that is, until we hear a blaring trumpet. We look over our shoulders and see the newly inaugurated King Macbeth. Clapping commences as he walks towards our table. Raising a glass he begins to exclaim, “May all my guests be blessed with good
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“You cannot possibly say I did it,” the King declares. He begins to tense up as if he has seen some sort of apparition.
“Calm down everyone my husband is often like this,” Lady Macbeth explains, “He has had these seizures since childhood.” As she is speaking, Macbeth is talking in jarred words referring to the devil, graves, and bodies. Lady Macbeth goes to the King and they whisper back and forth. We at the table have no clue what is going on. Being too shocked to speak the room is dead silent with the occasional whisper from the King and Queen. After 20 minutes of soundlessness that feels like hours, they arrive back to our table.
“Do not be alarmed my wonderful guests,” he explains, “I have a disorder that only my closest friends know about.” He raises his glass preparing to give another toast and exclaims, “I raise a glass for our dear friend Banquo” the king implores
“Hear, hear,” we cheer. We all continue our great feast even though something still does not sit well. The King continues to have an uneasy look on his face. The other guests and I continue to ignore it all night so we do not cause any additional commotion. We finish our meal and Lady Macbeth begins to
“You cannot possibly say I did it,” the King declares. He begins to tense up as if he has seen some sort of apparition.
“Calm down everyone my husband is often like this,” Lady Macbeth explains, “He has had these seizures since childhood.” As she is speaking, Macbeth is talking in jarred words referring to the devil, graves, and bodies. Lady Macbeth goes to the King and they whisper back and forth. We at the table have no clue what is going on. Being too shocked to speak the room is dead silent with the occasional whisper from the King and Queen. After 20 minutes of soundlessness that feels like hours, they arrive back to our table.
“Do not be alarmed my wonderful guests,” he explains, “I have a disorder that only my closest friends know about.” He raises his glass preparing to give another toast and exclaims, “I raise a glass for our dear friend Banquo” the king implores
“Hear, hear,” we cheer. We all continue our great feast even though something still does not sit well. The King continues to have an uneasy look on his face. The other guests and I continue to ignore it all night so we do not cause any additional commotion. We finish our meal and Lady Macbeth begins to