Dear Lady Macbeth,

I am pleased to inform you I, Macbeth, have led the Scots to victory, again, against the Norwegians. I killed Macdonald, with my own hands. I could not resist. I am on my way home to you, my dearest.

Before I end, there is something I am concerned about. You must not speak the next words you will read to anyone. A supernatural soliciting occurred on the heath. Three creatures, three witches approached me and Banquo and spoke. “Hail, thane of Glamis. Hail, thane of Cawdor. Hail, that shalt be king hereafter.” Do they speak the truth? Will I be king? I hath been appointed thane of Cawdor, by the king. They said I will be king, however Banquo’s offspring shall be heir to the throne. How can this be? Is my mind a trickster?

My companion, I rush home. I need guidance, I am a blind child in a dark forest.

By your devotee Macbeth,