Monologue: Macbeth
Lady Macbeth:<Tab/>Sleep dear Macbeth for you need your rest, I do not know what the lords will think of us if you do not get well soon. What I am to think if you do not overcome these demons tormenting your soul, it is as if you are fighting a battle between good and evil that only you can see. I can't help but worrying about your declining mental state and just wish to support you through this, it pains me to see you in such a way. It intrigues me why you fall to pieces here, when on the battlefield you command your army with unflinching valour. You can…
