David Zheng Block C1

Anger of Macduff What newly foul deeds hath been committed by thee, Macbeth? Glamis was thine, twas granted by thy generosity. Cawdor was thine, for thy virtue in battle. But never was it thine intendment to be king! I had once marveled at thy skill and valour in battle, for twas what would grant thee the honor of a kings host. But thy retched ambition that cannot be contained, whispering the conceit of murder bade thee to commit such. Thus, you defile the bosom interest of the late king in the most treacherous manner! Thou art a brazen drab! Methinks I see the fruits of thy spilled ambition, flowering maggots upon the grave of the generous. Thy noble kinsman was derived of his right for naught but greed; early was he called upon to the gate of angels. Thou dare rob the divine right of Malcolm in a most rude manner. Even the devil shall not avouch for your innocence, but instead shall command you repair to his fiery domain. Yet how does such fell a noisome creature as thou still walk the earth? For not enough was the evil of thy soul, but being a fell practitioner of divers treachery, ignites death upon my wife and child! All my blood, gone in one fell swoop. Alas, even the merciful heavens could not stop the tyrants murderous shower of blood. My heart is latched by the pains of sorrows. It aches with regret. This fardel I shall carry, for fleeing without care for my beloveds. Thou art not worthy to be a man; much less a thane, sith your deeds speaks you as a varlet, Macbeth! I have resolved to fight against the fallen angels agent. Even the stars are in my favor, as the black bile is washed out by the yellow. My melancholy is replaced by a vengeful anger. Fear not, at the gates of heaven, my love; you shall be avenged as I slay the sinful Macbeth, lest I shall either meet you again betimes. I had as lief the former, for I have resolved to forego with my caitiff self, and shall march to war alongside the noble Edward and the generous Malcolm. Neer have I marched for such a valiant purpose ere. Hear the heavens trumpet out on our righteous crusade to end the tyranny of Macbeth!