Today while returning home from my victorious battle with Banquo I was stopped by three weird sisters, whom confused me with strange prophecies. They called me first thane of Cawdor, and then hailed me the future king of Scotland. As the sisters disappeared, my good friend Ross met us on the heath and told me of my new title, thane of Cawdor. I was left confused by what I had heard, but I am also excited and must hurry home to my wife. If the witches were right about me becoming the new thane of Cawdor, then couldn't they also be right about me becoming the new King? I want to talk to my wife about these strange happenings before I do anything I will regret, but imagine how great I might become. For me to be king that means Duncan would have to die though. This does not sit well with me, for he has been a great king, and done nothing to deserve his early death. However me being King is motivation like I have not had before and may be too great a temptation for my ambition to resist. But I must hurry home to my wife, maybe she will have advice for me, and give me the courage I lack to do the deeds I want done but will not do of my own will.
Kent Clayton
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