"Avaunt! Leave my house you treacherous vision! Torment my mind and soul no longer!" Macbeth would call out to the thin air of his castle at night. He'd be cloistered in his chambers at night while the rest of castle tried to sleep. Not even Lady Macbeth would join him for she was very angry with him. She felt as if she lost a husband ever since his coronation. Lady Macbeth felt that his eminence had made him very lonely and the only companionship apart from her were his little imaginary friends that he would yell at in the dark hours. She made a vow that if he continued this for one more night...she would get a divorce!
Macbeth went and talked to the witches again because he was almost positive that they were feeding the strange apparitions to his mind for him to go crazy off of. He strolled to the meadow where they first met and sure enough, a big, smoky mist rolled in and three mystical silhouettes appeared to greet him. He yelled at them, he accused them, he pointed his fingers at them, but Macbeth received a reply consisting of the three hideous women simultaneously putting their finger to their lips; silencing him as they raised a crystal ball from the grassy earth. Macbeth was intruiged as he saw his wife in the magical orb. The first witch put a hand on his shoulder for comfort as they all watched her file for divorce. A pair of tears darted down Macbeth's cheek because he knew of the verities they told him when they promised him king.
When Macbeth returned, he kept very quiet so that his wife couldn't hear him. He figured he could just kill her as he did Banquo and Duncan. It was the only way to counteract the witches' predictions. Macbeth began to tip-toe through the corridors to find some knives in which he would stab her. He anticipated a large stack to be in the guard house outside, however it was locked and Macbeth didn't feel like breaking down the door. So he furtively dashed back inside and hoped to find promising results in the royal kitchen. Sadly, there were only knives designed for jam and butter; yet there was more in the kitchen that was worth noticing. Duncan was standing on a large, mahogany table staring Macbeth down. Macbeth shrieked too loud, causing Duncan to float towards him. Macbeth could only react with harsh screams. He then started to plead "Oh Duncan, I will avouch for your murder, I never meant it to be this way! Just don't haunt me pleeeeaaassseee!!!!!!!!!!" Lady Macbeth was in the dining room during the commotion. She was startled, but quickly rose from her chair, hurried out the door to make a run for the divorce office.
Lady Macbeth returned to the castle shortly after to find a pair of servants taking away Macbeth's throne. She had filed for divorce in such a way to feed her own avarice. Macbeth would no longer be king, he would be kicked out of the castle, all of his belongings were now hers, all of his kingly powers were now held by her, and his throne was to be burned in a bonfire in the town square. Now that Lady Macbeth was the ruling monarch in Scotland, her faced showed impeccable mirth. She had the power to do almost anything now without her wimpy husband getting in the way of things.
Macbeth on the other hand, fell into a deep depression. He ran across the countryside to escape Duncan. (Who had been floating towards him in chase ever since the kitchen incident.) He never stopped running until he reached the sea, in which he swam with all his might with the hovering ghost in hot pursuit. We can infer that he probably drowned or got scooped up by a whale in a feeding frenzy. Other skeptics believe he made it all the way to Iceland and somehow became a thrall to spend an eternity working the fields with the ghostly Duncan mocking him.
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