Shakespeare V 3

To mine loyal partner, stout supporter of mine greatness, mine beloved, Lady Macbeth.

Forres, August 28, 1030

I, thy loyal husband, noble and brave knight, and humble Thane of Glamis, writeth to

thee, mine second half, to share the best of news.

The square against Macdonwald wast a grueling one, nevertheless successful. While

Macdonwald’s army wast a sufficient one, with the aid of Irish foot soldiers and

horsemen from the Western Isles, I refused to giveth up. Luck might has't been on his

side, but coequal so, those gents wast no match for me. ere Macdonwald hadst a

chance to surrender, I impaled that gent with mine sword, laughing at Luck. We wast

victorious and Macdonwald wast no more. These celebrations, however, didst not last.

The moment the the Norwegian king hath learned of this news, that gent bethought us

to beest weak and attack us that gent hath sent flush troops armed with brand new

weapons with the expectation of our forces to beest slaughtered. His tactic didst not

gallow me as that gent hadst desired because I kneweth the strength of our army.

Without an ounce of fear, I leadeth mine men into battle with new energy about me. I

would not alloweth this battle taketh mine victory. The battle wast soon ov'r and Banquo

and I wast joyously returning from battle, eft to inform the king. We cameth directly from

this combat with the King of Norway. Close to reaching Forres, we ranneth into

creatures that looked extraterrestrial. Strangely dressed and, as Banquo described,

“withered” (Act 1, scene 3, line 41) beings, I didst not knoweth what to doth with those

folk. Those gents greeted me with respect, praise, and a cryptic prophecy. Banquo then
cutteth in and those gents praised that gent too and gaveth that gent an coequal more

cryptic prophecy. This prophecy hath me internally very conflicted. I am to achieve

greatness, but in order to gain this greatness, must I actively tryeth gaining t? Doth I

alloweth mine ambition control me into doing there's few or none will entertain it is

necessary to achieve mine goals? To more clearly pray pardon me what hath hath

happened,

“The witches hath met me on the day of mine victory in battle, and I has't since

hath learned that those gents has't supernatural knowledge. at which hour I hath

tried desperately to question those folk further, those gents vanished into thin air.

While I stoodeth spellbound, messengers from the king arrived and greeted me

as the thane of Cawdor, which is precisely how the weird sisters hadst saluted

me ere calling me ’the future king! ' I bethought I should telleth thee this news,

mine dearest partner in greatness, so that thee could rejoice along with “
Shakespearean V 2

To mine loyal partner, stout supporter of mine greatness, mine beloved, mistress

Macbeth.

Forres, August 28, 1030

I, thy loyal husband, gentle and brave knight, and humble Thane of Glamis, writeth to

thou, mine second half, to share the most wondrous of news. The mortal arbitrament

'gainst Macdonwald wast a grueling one, nevertheless successful. While Macdonwald’s

army wast a sufficient one, with the aid of Irish foot soldiers and horsemen from the

Western Isles, I did refuse to giveth up. Luck might hast been on his side, but yea so,

they wast nay match for me. 'ere Macdonwald did has't a chance to surrender, I impaled

him with mine bodkin, laughing at Luck. We wast victorious and Macdonwald wast nay

moo. These celebrations, however, did do not last. The moment the the Norwegian king

learned of this news, he did do bethink us to beest weak and attack us He did send

flush troops cap-a-pe with brand new weapons with the expectation of our forces to

beest slaughtered. His tactic did do not gallow me as he did has't did hope because I

did knoweth the strength of our army. Without an ounce of fear, I leadeth mine men into

hurlyburly with new energy about me. I would not did let this hurlyburly taketh mine

victory. The hurlyburly wast lief ov'r and Banquo and I wast joyously returning from

hurlyburly, eft to inform the king. We did do cometh directly from this combat with the

King of Norway. Close to reaching Forres, we did runneth into creatures yond did look

extraterrestrial. Strangely did dress and, as Banquo did describe, “withered” (Act 1,

scene 3, line 41) beings, I did do not wot what to doth with those folk. They did greet me

with respect, praise, and a cryptic bodement. Banquo then did do cut in and they did
praise him too and did giveth him an yea moo cryptic bodement. This bodement hath

me internally very conflicted. I am to achieve greatness, but in charge to gain this

greatness, wilt I actively tryeth gaining 't? Doth I did let mine ambition control me into

doing there's few or none will entertain 'tis behoveful to achieve mine goals? To moo

clearly dilate what hath betid,

“The hags did meet me on the day of mine victory in hurlyburly, and I hast since

learned yond they hast supernatural knowledge. At which hour I did tryeth

desperately to question those folk further, they did vanish into thin air. While I did

stand spellbound, messengers from the king arrived and did greet me as the

thane of Cawdor, which is precisely how the weird sisters did has't did salute me

'ere calling me ’the future king!' I did do bethink I shouldst betoken thou this

news, mine dearest partner in greatness, so yond thou couldst rejoice 'long with

me about the greatness yond is did promise to us. Keepeth 't secret, and

farewell.”
Shakespearean

To mine own loyal partn'r, stout supp'rt'r of mine own greatness, mine own beloved,

mistress macbeth.

f'rres, august 28, 1030

I, thy loyal husband, gentle and brave knight, and humble thane of glamis, writeth to

thee, mine own second half, to shareth the most wondrous of news.

the square 'gainst macdonwald wast a grueling one, nev'rtheless successful. While

macdonwald’s army wast a sufficient one, with the aid of irish foot soldi'rs and h'rsemen

from the west'rn isles, I did refuse to giveth up. Luck might has't been on his side, but

coequal so, those gents w're nay matcheth f'r me. Bef're macdonwald hadst a chance

to surrend'r, Iimpal'd that gent with mine own sw'rd, laughing at luck. We w're vict'rious

and macdonwald wast nay m're. These celebrations, howev'r, didst not lasteth. The

moment the the n'rwegian king learn'd of this news, that gent bethought us to beest

weak and attacketh us that gent hath sent green troops cap-a-pe with brand new

weapons with the expectation of our f'rces to beest slaught'r'd. His tactic didst not

gallow me as that gent hadst desired because i kneweth the strength of our army.

Without an ounce of feareth, Ileadeth mine own men into hurlyburly with new en'rgy

about me. I wouldst not alloweth this battleth taketh mine own vict'ry. The hurlyburly

wast lief ov'r and banquo and Iw're joyously returning from hurlyburly, eft to inf'rm the

king. We cameth directly from this combat with the king of n'rway. Closeth to reaching

f'rres, we ranneth into creatures yond did look extrat'rrestrial. Strangely did dress and,

as banquo did describe, “with'red” (act 1, scene 3, line 41) beings, Ididst not knoweth
what to doth with those folk. Those gents did greet me with respect, praise, and a

cryptic bodement. Banquo then cutteth in and those gents did praise that gent too and

gaveth that gent an coequal m're cryptic bodement. This bodement hast me int'rnally

v'ry conflict'd. I am to achieveth greatness, but in 'rd'r to gain this greatness, wilt

Iactively tryeth gaining t? doth Ialloweth mine own ambition controleth me into doing

whatev'r is behoveful to achieveth mine own goals? to m're clearly pray pardon me

what hast hath happened,

“the hags hath met me on the day of mine own vict'ry in hurlyburly, and Ihas't

since learn'd yond those gents has't sup'rnatural knowledge. At which hour Ihath

tried desp'rately to questioneth those folk furth'r, those gents did vanish into thin

air. While Istoodeth spellbound, messeng'rs from the king arriv'd and did greet

me as the thane of cawd'r, which is precisely how the weird sist'rs hadst did

salute me bef're calling me ’the future king!' Ibethought Ishouldst bid thee this

news, mine own dearest partn'r in greatness, so yond thee couldst rejoiceth 'long

with me about the greatness yond is did promise to us. Keepeth t secret, and

farewell. ”
To my loyal partner, strong supporter of my greatness, my beloved, Lady Macbeth.

Forres, August 28, 1030

I, your loyal husband, noble and brave knight, and humble Thane of Glamis, write to

you, my second half, to share the best of news.

The fight against Macdonwald was a grueling one, nevertheless successful. While

Macdonwald’s army was a sufficient one, with the aid of Irish foot soldiers and

horsemen from the Western Isles, I refused to give up. Luck might have been on his

side, but even so, they were no match for me. Before Macdonwald had a chance to

surrender, I impaled him with my sword, laughing at Luck. We were victorious and

Macdonwald was no more. These celebrations, however, did not last. The moment the

the Norwegian king learned of this news, he thought us to be weak and attacked us. He

sent fresh troops armed with brand new weapons with the expectation of our forces to

be slaughtered. His tactic did not scare me as he had hoped because I knew the

strength of our army. Without an ounce of fear, I lead my men into battle with new

energy about me. I would not let this battle take my victory. The battle was soon over

and Banquo and I were joyously returning from battle, ready to inform the king. We

came directly from this combat with the King of Norway. Close to reaching Forres, we

ran into creatures that looked extraterrestrial. Strangely dressed and, as Banquo

described, “withered” (Act 1, scene 3, line 41) beings, I did not know what to do with

them. They greeted me with respect, praise, and a cryptic prophecy. Banquo then cut in

and they praised him too and gave him an even more cryptic prophecy. This prophecy

has me internally very conflicted. I am to achieve greatness, but in order to gain this

greatness, am I to wait for fate itself or must I take fate into my own hands? Do I let my
ambition control me into doing whatever is necessary to achieve my goals? Pardon me,

I went ahead of myself. Here is an account of what happened: To more clearly explain

what has happened,

“The witches met me on the day of my victory in battle, and I have since learned

that they have supernatural knowledge. When I tried desperately to question

them further, they vanished into thin air. While I stood spellbound, messengers

from the king arrived and greeted me as the thane of Cawdor, which is precisely

how the weird sisters had saluted me before calling me ’the future king!' I thought

I should tell you this news, my dearest partner in greatness, so that you could

rejoice along with me about the greatness that is promised to us. Keep it secret,

and farewell.”

Macbeth
To my dearest Lady,

It is me, your beloved partner, your brave soldier, and humble thane of Glamis. I have

much to tell you.

The fight against Macdonwald was a grueling one. His army was a sufficient one, with

Irish foot soldiers and horsemen from the Western Isles and Luck was on his side.

But I refused to give up and before Macdonwald had a chance to surrender, I impaled

him with my sword, laughing at Luck. We were victorious and Macdonwald was no

more. These celebrations, however, did not last. The moment the the Norwegian king

learned of this news, he thought us to be weak and attack us He sent fresh troops

armed with brand new weapons with the expectation of our forces to be slaughtered.

His tactic did not scare me as he had hoped because I knew the strength of our army.

Without an ounce of fear, I lead my men into battle with new energy about me. I would

not let this battle take my victory. The battle was soon over and Banquo and I were

joyously returning from battle, ready to inform the king. We came directly from this

combat with the King of Norway. Close to reaching Forres, we ran into creatures that

looked extraterrestrial. Strangely dressed and, as Banquo described, “withered” (Act 1,

scene 3, line 41) beings, I did not know what to do with them. They greeted me with

respect, praise, and a cryptic prophecy. Banquo then cut in and they praised him too

and gave him a cryptic prophecy. Now I am deeply conflicted. What is my destiny? Am I

to murder the person I pledged my loyalty? If I do not actively participate in securing

this, will I lose this prophecy? Can I still achieve greatness if I do not put forth the effort

in gaining it? Oh my Love, you must be confused by my messy train of thoughts. I will

summarize the scene for you.

I was returning to Forres, with Banquo, when

“The witches met me on the day of my victory in battle, and I have since learned

that they have supernatural knowledge. When I tried desperately to question them

further, they vanished into thin air. While I stood spellbound, messengers from the king

arrived and greeted me as the thane of Cawdor, which is precisely how the weird sisters

had saluted me before calling me ’the future king!' I thought I should tell you this news,

my dearest partner in greatness, so that you could rejoice along with me about the

greatness that is promised to us. Keep it secret, and farewell.”